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No.  1. 

ORDER  OF  EXERCISES 

FOR 

BETHANY  SABBATH  SCHOOL, 


PHILADELPHIA. 


1.  Superintendent. — Worthy  is  the  Lamb  that  was  slain  to  receive  power 

and  riches,  and  wisdom,  and  strength,  and  honor,  and  glory,  and  blessing 
— Rev.  V.  12 

2.  Scholars  and  Teachers.— Him  hath  God  exalted  with  His  right  hand  to 

be  a  Prince  and  a  Saviour,  for  to  give  repentance  to  Israel  and  forgive- 
ness of  sins. — Acts  V.  31. 

3.  Associate  Superintendent. — Let  us  therefore   come  boldly  unto  the 

throne  of  grace,  that  we  may  obtain  mercy,  and  find  grace  to  help  in  time 
of  need. — Heb.  iv.  16. 

4:.  Scholars,  Teachers,  Secretaries,  Treasurers,  Superintendents, 

all  close  their  eyes  and  engage  in Silent  Prayer. 

5.  Superintendent. — Blessed  is  he  whose  transgression  is  forgiven,  whose 
sin  is  covered. — Psalm  xxxii.  i. 

6*.  Scholars  and  Teachers. — Blessed   is   the   man    unto  whom   the    Lord 
imputeth  not  iniquity. — Psalm  xxxii   2. 

7.  Chant.   {All}.—  i.  Lord,  Thou  hast  been  our  dwelling-place  in  |  all  gene-  j 

rations.  ||  Before  the  mountains  were  brought  forth,  or  ever  thou  hadst 
formed  the  earth  and  the  world,  even  from  ever-  |  lasting  to  everlasting  j 
Thou  art  {  God. 

8.  Creed.    {All.) 

9.  Superintendent.— The  CatQchism  question  of  the  day. 

10.  Scholars  and  Teachers.— The  Catechism  answer  of  the  day. 

11.  All.— Hymn. 

12.  Reading  Scripture  Lesson  of  the  day.     (Alternate  or  otherwise  as 

directed.) 

13.  Invocation  Hymn. 

Pass  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour, 

Hear  my  humble  cry  ; 
While  on  others  Thou  art  smiling, 
Do  not  pass  me  by. 
Saviour,  Saviour,  hear  my  humble  cry, 
While  on  others  thou  art  calling,  do  not  pass  lae  by. 


14,  JPrayer. — Scholars  and  Teachers  repeating. 

15,  Hymn, 

16,  Lesson  Study. 

17,  One  JBeU, — Giving  notice  that  lessons  must  close  in  five  minutes. 

18,  Two  Bells, — Attention — Silence. 

19,  Hymns  and  Notices. 

20,  Superintendent's  Lesson. 

21,  Hymns, 

22,  Superintendent, — Grace  be  to  you,  and  peace  from  God  our  Father  and 

from  the  Lord  Jesus  Christ, — Galatians  i.  3. 

2S.  Scholars  and  Teachers, — Who  gave  Himself  for  our  sins :  that  He 
might  deliver  us  from  this  present  evil  world,  according  to  the  will  of 
God  and  our  Fiather. — Galatians  i.  4. 

24.  Superintendent. — To  Him  be  glory,  both  now   and  forever. — 2  Peter 

iii.  18. 

25.  All. — Amen. 

26.  Last  Song. 

Hallelujah,  Thine  the  glory, 
Hallelujah,  Amen  ! 
<  Hallelujah,  Thine  the  glory, 

Revive  us  again. 

27.  Scholars  and  Teachers. — The  Lord's  Prayer. 
2S.  School  Dismdssed.— Singing. 


\  SPECIAL  NOTE.— The   Publishers  of  Precious  Hymns  print  this  book         I 
I  solely  for  use  in  their  own  Sabbath  Schools,  and  are  not  at  liberty  to  sell 

'  any  to  other  Schools,  much  as  they  would  wish  to  accommodate  their 

i  friends. 


No.  2. 

Jhe  Jlew  Order  of  Worship. 


BETHANY  SABBATH  SCHOOL. 


2,20 — Organ  lo  minutes. 
2.30—Slnging  : 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy  !   Lord  God  Almighty  ! 

Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to  Thee  ; 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy !   Merciful  and  Mighty ! 

God  in  Three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity ! 

Superintendent — Know  ye  that  the  Lord  He  is  God  ;  it  is  He  thathath  made 
us,  and  not  we  ourselves  ;  we  are  His  people  and  the  sheep  of  His 
pasture. 

Associate  Suiter ijitendent — The  Lord  is  merciful  and  gracious,  slow  to 
anger,  and  plenteous  in  mercy. 

2d  Associate  Superintendent — God  commendeth  His  love  toward  us,  in 
that,  while  we  were  yet  sinners,  Christ  died  for  us. 

Silent  Prayer. 

Superintendent — He  that  spared  not  His  own  Son,  but  delivered  Him  up  for 
us  all,  how  shall  He  not  with  Him  also  freely  give  us  all  things  ? 

School — God  so  loved  the  world,  that  He  gave  His  only  begotten  Son,  that 
whosoever  believeth  in  Him  should  not  perish  but  have  everlasting  life. 

Infant  School — Wheretore  He  is  able  also  to  save  them  to  the  uttermost  that 
come  unto  God  h^  Him,  seeing  He  ever  liveth  to  make  intercession  for 
them. 

Primary — Seek  ye  the  Lord  while  He  may  be  found,  call  ye  upon  Him  while 
He  is  near. 

Boys'  Infant— ^e  is  a  rewarder  of  them  that  diligently  seek  Him. 

TO  BE  SAID   RESPONSIVELY. 

Males — So  teach  us  to  number  our  days,  that  we  may  apply  our  hearts  unto 
wisdom. 

Females — The  fear  of  the  Lord  is  the  beginning  of  wisdom. 

JMales — Thy  word  is  a  lamp  unto  my  feet. 

Females — And  a  light  unto  my  path. 


JMLales — Order  my  steps  in  thy  word. 

Females — And  let  not  any  iniquity  have  dominion  over  me. 

Pastor's  Class — Blessed  are  they  that  keep  His  testimonies,  and  that  seek 
Him  with  the  whole  heart. 

Superintendent — Blessed  are  they  which  do  hunger  and  thirst  after  right- 
eousness ;  for  they  shall  be  filled. 

THE  SCHOOL  WILL  RISE. 

Tlie  Apostles'  Creed  or  Ten  Comtnandtnents — (Immediately  preceding 
Hymns.) 

Choir — It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord,  and  to  sing  praises  unto 
Thy  name,  O  Most  High. 

Hymn — Read  alternately  by  School. 

Scripture  of  the  Day, 

Invocation. 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above, 
Be  Thou  our  guardian,  Thou  our  guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

Prayer — Ending  with  Chant,  Our  Father. 

Singing, 

JKissionary  Offerings, — During  which  Organ  plays.  Then  shall  be  read 
suitable  passages  of  Scripture. 

Catechism. 

Notices, 

Secretaries — Whatsoever  thy  hand  findeth  to  do,  do  it  with  thy  might ;  for 
there  is  no  work,  nor  device,  nor  knowledge,  nor  wisdom,  in  the  grave 
whither  thou  goest. 

Study, 

Golden  Text, 

Review,  • 

Distribution  of  Papers,  etc. 

Singing. 

Superintendent — Here  have  we  no  continuing  city. 

Scholars—  But  we  seek  one  to  come. 

Superintendent — Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart. 

Scholars — For  they  shall  see  God. 

Superintendent — Fear  not,  little  flock  ;  for  it  is  your  Father's  good  pleasure 
to  give  you  the  kingdom. 

Perfect  Silence  for  ONE  MINUTE  before  any  one  stirs. 


No.  3. 

Order  of  Worship 


—  AT— 

BETHANY  SABBATH  SCHOOL 


1 — 2,20,     Organ  and  Cornet — lo  minutes, 
2—2,25,     First' Bell— Frep^ivsLtion. 
3—2,30,     Second  Bell— Ver{ect  silence. 

d — Hymn  : 

Father,  to  Thee  I  come, 
Owning  how  weak  I  am ; 
Grant  Thy  sustaining  arm, 
Lead  me,  I  pray. 

5 — Silent  Brayer. 

6 — Superintendent — Have  respect,  therefore,  to  the  prayer  of  Thy  servant 
and  to  his  supplication,  O  Lord,  my  God.     2  Chron.  6  :  19. 

7 — School — Amen. 

8 — Superintendent — That  thine  eyes  may  be  open  upon  this  house  day  and 
night,  upon  the  place  whereof  Thou  hast  said  that  Thou  wouldest  put 
Thy  name  there.     2  Chron.  6  :  20. 

9 — School — Amen. 

10 — 1st  Associate  Superintendent — But  will  God  in  very  deed  dwell 
with  men  on  the  earth  ?     2  Chron.  6:18. 

11 — Bastor — Behold  the  tabernacle  of  God  is  with  men,  and  He  will  dwell 
with  them.     Rev.  21:3. 

12 — Boys — For  thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One  that  inhabiteth  eternity, 
whose  name  is  Holy  ;  I  dwell  in  the  high  SiXidholy  place.     Isaiah  57  :  15. 

13 — Girls — With  him  also  that  is  of  a  contrite  and  humble  spirit.    Isaiah  57  :  15. 


14: — Infant  Btotn  Song: 

Hark  !  I  hear  the  Sa\  iour  calling  : 
"  Little  children,  come  to  me ; 

I  will  bless  you,  save  you,  keep  you, 
I  from  sin  will  set  you  free." 


Chc— He  calls  again  ;  Oh.  let  us.  then, 
With  one  united  cry. 
The  call  obey,  and  humbly  say— 
"  Dear  Jesus,  here  am  I." 


15 — Brimary  Boom,  No,  1 — Seek  ye  the  Lord  while  He  may  be  found, 
call  ye  upon  Him  while  He  is  near.     Isaiah  55:6. 

16 — Brimary  Boom,  No,  2,  Song : 

Chc— Like  the  stars  of  the  morning, 


Little  children,  little  children, 
Who  love  their  Redeemer, 
Are  the  jewels,  precious  jewels, 
His  loved  and  His  own. 


His  bright  crown  adorning. 
They  shall  shine  in  their  beauty, 
Bright  gems  for  His  crown. 


17 — Boys — If  we  confess  our  sins,  He  is  faithful  and  Just  to  forgive  us  our 
sins,  and  to  cleanse  us  from  all  unrighteousness,     i  John  i  ;  9. 

18 — Gif'ls — All  we  like  sheep  have  gone  astray  ;  we  have  turned  every  one 
to  his  own  way,  and  the  Lord  has  laid  on  Him  the  iniquity  of  us  all. 
Isaiah  53  :  6. 

19 — Pastoi^'s  Class — The  Lord  is  merciful  and  gracious,  slow  to  anger,  and 
plenteous  in  mercy.     Psalm  103  :  8. 

20 — 2d  Associate  Superintendent — I  will  sing  of  mercy  and  judgment; 
unto  thee,  O  Lord,  will  I  sing.     Psalm  loi  :  i. 

21 — Chant  the  Lofd^s  Prayer. 

22— The  Apostles'  Creed. 

23 — Catechism  Questiaii  and  Answer. 

2d— Golden  Text  of  the  Day. 

25 — Hymn. 

26 — Superintendent — And  Ezra  opened  the  book  in  the  sight  of  all  the  peo- 
ple, and  when  he  opened  it  all  the  people  stood  up.     Nehemiah  8  :  5. 

27 — Holding  tip  Hibles, 

28 — Reading  Scripture  IjCssou. 

29 — Invocation. 

Boys.— Father,  let  Thy  benediction. 

Gently  falling  as  the  dew, 
Girls. — And  Thy  ever-gracious  presence, 

Bless  us  all  this  !?ervice  through. 
May  we  ever 

Keep  the  end  of  life  in  view. 

30— Bray  er. 

31 — Hym^n, 

32 — Missionary  Offerings — During  which  suitable  portions  of  Scripture 
shall  be  read — the  organ  playing  softly. 

33 — Notices  for  the  Bay  and  Week — Teachers  marking  roll. 

31: — The  Lesson  Study. 

35 — Review  by  Superintendent, 

36 — Hymns. 

37 — Secretary's  time  for  Bistribution. 

38 — Parting  Words^  Superintendent — In  all  thy  ways  acknowledge 
Him,  and  He  shall  direct  thy  paths.     Proverbs  3  :  6. 

39 — Scholaj^s'  Last  Words — I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills,  from 
whence  cometh  my  help,     Psalm  121  :  i. 

40 — Silent  Brayer — No  one  stirring  for  a  full  minute  unt^l  the  organ  plays. 


PRECIOUS  HYMNS. 


PHILADELPHIA. 

PROM  THE  PRESS  OF  THB 

Bethany  Sabbath  SchooL 


PREFACE. 

tor  a  long  time  we  have  felt  in  our  Sab- 
bath School  and  Prayer  Meetings  the  need 
of  a  Book  of  Song — something  different  from 
any  of  the  numerous  publications  designed 
for  such  use.  A  book,  first  of  all,  without 
notes.  The  notes  are  valueless  to  nine- 
tenths  of  our  scholars,  and  tend  to  confuse 
those  who  do  not  read  music.  A  book  that 
shall  contain  a  larger  number  and  proportii)ri 
of  the  "good  old-fashioned"  hymns  and 
songs  which  are  made  doubly  dear  by  sacr<^d 
ass'jciations.  A  book  containing  the  choic- 
est selections  of  more  recent  Sunday  Sch(jol 
songs,  such  as  we  have  found  by  experience 
are  best  liked  by  the  children,  and  best  cal- 
culated to  do  them  good. 

In  this  little  book  we  have  attempted  to 
meet  this  want.  How  successful  we  have 
been,  can  be  determined  only  after  it  has 
been  for  some  time  in  the  hands  of  our 
children,  and  in  use  in  our  Prayer  Meetings. 

May  the  blessing  of  God  attending  it  be 
proportionate  to  the  sincerity  of  our  desire 
in   undertaking  the  task,   rather  than  the 
skill  with  which  we  have  executed  it. 
(3) 


THE  LORD'S  PRAYER. 


Our  Father,  which  art  in  heaven, 
hallowed  be  thy  name;  thy  Mng~ 
dom  come;  thy  will  be  done  in 
earth  as  it  is  in  heaven;  give  us  this 
day  our  daily  bread;  and  forgive 
us  our  debts,  as  we  forgive,  our  debt- 
ors; and  lead  us  not  into  tempta- 
tion, but  deliver  us  from  evil;  for 
thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  pow- 
er, and  the  glory,  for  ever.    Amen,. 


{<) 


THE 

TEN  COMMANDMENTS. 


I  AM  the  Lord  thy  God,  which  have  brought  thee  out 
of  the  Land  of  Egypt,  out  of  the  house  of  bondage. 

I.  Thou  Shalt  have  no  other  gods  before  me. 

II.  Thou  shalt  not  make  unto  thee  any  graven  image, 
Dr  any  likeness  of  any  thing  that  is  in  heaven  above,  or 
that  is  in  the  earth  beneath,  or  that  is  in  the  water  under 
the  earth:  thou  shalt  not  bow  down  thyself  to  them,  nor 
serve  them  :  for  I  the  Lord  thy  God  am  a  jealous  God, 
visiting  the  iniquity  of  the  lathers  upon  the  children 
unto  the  third  and  fourth  generation  of  them  that  hate 
me ;  and  showing  mercy  unto  thousands  of  them  that 
love  me  and  keep  my  commandments. 

III.  Thou  shalt  not  take  the  name  of  the  Lord  thy 
God  in  vain,  for  the  Lord  will  not  hold  him  guiltless  that 
taketh  his  name  in  vain. 

IV.  Remember  the  Sabbath  day  to  keep  it  holy ;  six 
days  shalt  thou  labour  and  do  all  thy  work;  but  the 
seventh  day  is  the  Sabbath  of  the  Lord  thy  God;  in  it  thou 
shalt  not  do  any  work,  thou,  nor  thy  son,  nor  thy  daugh- 
ter, thy  man-servant,  nor  thy  maid-servant,  nor  thy  cat- 
tle, nor  thy  stranger  that  is  within  thy  gates :  for  in  six 
days  the  Lord  made  heaven  and  earth,  the  sea,  and  all 
that  in  them  is,  and  rested  the  seventh  day;  wherefore 
the  Lord  blessed  the  Sabbath  day,  and  hallowed  it. 

V.  Honour  thy  father  and  thy  mother,  that  thy  days 
may  be  long  upon  the  land  which  the  Lord  thy  God  giveth 
thee. 

yi.  Thou  shalt  not  kill. 

VII.  Thou  shalt  not  commit  adultery. 

VIII.  Thou  shalt  not  steal. 

IX.  Thou  shalt  not  bear  false  witness  against  thy 
neighbour. 

X.  Thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbor's  house,  thou 
shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbor's  wife,  nor  his  man-servant, 
nor  his  maid-servant,  nor  hia  ox,  nor  his  ass,  nor  any- 
thing that  is  thy  neigbour's. 

(5) 


THE  CREED, 


I  BELTEYE  IN  GOD  THE  PaTHER  ALMIGH- 
TY, Maker  of  heayen  and  earth:  and 
IN  Jesus  Christ,  his  only  Son,  our  Lord, 
who  was  conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghost,  born 
of  the  Virgin  Mary,  suffered  under  Pontius 
Pilate,  was  crucified,  dead  and  buried, — he 
descended  into  hell;  *  the  third  day  he  arose 
again  from  the  dead,  he  ascended  into  heav- 
en, and  sitteth  on  the  right  hand  of  God  the 
Pather  Almighty ;  from  thence  he  shall  come 
to  judge  the  quick  and  the  dead.  I  belieye 
IN  THE  Holy  Ghost;  the  holy  catholic 
church — the  communion  of  saints  ;  the  for- 
giveness of  sins ;  the  resurrection  op  the 
BODY,  and  the  life  everlasting.     Amen. 

*  That  is,  he  continued  in  the  state  of  the  dead,  and 
under  the  power  of  death,  for  a  time. 


PRECIOUS  HYMNS. 


CHANTS. 

X,  Music — Oolden  Shower,  99. 

OUE  FATHER  who  art  in  heaven,  | 
hallowed  |  be  thy  name  : 
Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will  be  done  on  j 
earth,  as  it  |  is  in  |  heaven. 

2  Give  us  this  |  day  our  |  daily  |  bread. 
And  forgive  us  our  trespasses,  as  we  for- 
give I  them  that  trespass  a-  |  gainst  us, 

3  And  lead  us  not  into  temptation,  but  de-  | 

liver  I  us  from  I  evil  ; 
For  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power 
and  the  glory,  for-  |  ever.    A-  |  men. 


Music — Hymnal,  2. 


o 


Psalm  117. 
PRAISE  the  Lord,  |  all  ye  |  nations 
people,  I 
great — 


praise  |   him,  all  |  ye — 
Por  his  merciful  kindness  is 

towards  us  : 

endureth  for 

Lord.  [I 
(7) 


and  the  truth  of  the  Lord 
ever,  j  Praise'-ye  the  | 


8  precious  hymns. 

Psalm  138. 

I    will    praise    thee    with    my  |  whole —  | 
heart :  ||  before  the  gods  will  I  |  sing — 
I  praise —  |  unto  thee.  || 

I  will  worship  toward  thy  holy  temple,  and 
praise  thy  name  for  thy  loving-kindness, 
and  I  for  thy  |  truth  :  '|| 
For  thou  hast  magnified  thy  word  a-  | 
bove  all  |  thy—  |  name.  |1 

In  the  day  when  I  cried  |  thou —  |  answer- 
edst  me,  1|  and  strengthenedst  |  me 
with  I  strength  in  ••  my  |  soul.|| 

A.11   the   kings  of  the    earth    shall  |  praise 
thee,  ••  O  I  Lord,  ||  when  they  hear  the 
I  words  of  I  thy—  [  mouth.  || 

Yea,  they  shall  sing  in  the  |  ways  ••  of  the  | 
Lord  :  ||  for  great  is  the  |  glory  |  of  the 
1  Lord.  II 

Though  the  Lord  be  high,  yet  hath  he  res- 
pect j  unto  ••  the  |  lowly  :  ||  but  the 
proud  he  |  knoweth  ••  a-  |  far —  |  off.  || 

Though  I  Y^alk  in  the  midst  of   trouble,  | 
thou  ••  wilt  re-  |  vive  me :   ||  thou  shalt 
stretch   forth   thine  hand    against   the 
wrath  of  mine  enemies,  and  |  thy  right 
j  hand  shall  |  save  me.  || 

The  Lord  will  perfect  |  that  ••  which  con-  | 
cernoth  me  :  ||  thy  mercy,    O  Lord,  en- 
duretli  for  ever  :  forsake  not  the  \  works 
of  I  thine  own  |  hands,  jj 


(6) 


3. 


PEECIOUS    HYMNS,  9 


Music — Royal  Diadem,  page  I2. 

Lo !  a  fountain  full  and  free, 

Overflowing  ever ; 
Fainting  heart,  it  is  for  thee, 

Overflowing  ever ; 
Gushing,  sparkling,  never  still. 

Taste  its  sweetness,  drink  thy  fill. 

Refrain. 

Overflowing,  overflowing  ever. 

Overflowing,  Flowing  now  for  thee. 

List  the  murmur  that  it  speaks, 

Overflowing  ever ; 
On  the  soul  in  song  it  breaks. 

Overflowing  ever ; 
Singing  soothing  souls  to  ease. 

Music  of  all  melodies. — Ref. 

Blessed  fount!  the  purest  known. 

Overflowing  ever ; 
Stream  of  life  from  out  God's  throne, 

Overflowing  ever ; 
Sacred  blood  for  sinners  spilt. 

This  can  cleanse  away  thy  guilt. — 

Ref. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


11 


Music — Gospel  Hy?nns  No.  j,  hymn  j>^. 

Fierce  and  wild  the  storm  is  raging 

Round  a  helpless  bark, 
On  to  doom  'tis  swiftly  driving ; 

O'er  the  waters  dark  ! 

Chorus 

Joy,  oh,  joy,  behold  the  Saviour, 
Joy,  oh,  joy,  the  message  hear, 

"  I'll  stand  by  until  the  morning, 
YvQ,come\.o  save  you, do  not  fear." 

Yes,  I'll  stand  by  until  the  morning, 
I've  come  to  save  you,  do  not  fear. 

Weary,  helpless,  hopeless  seamen 

Fainting  on  the  deck, 
With  whatjoy  they'll  hail  their  Saviour, 

As  He  hails  the  wreck  ! — Cho. 

On  a  wild  and  stormy  ocean. 

Sinking  'neath  the  wave. 
Souls  that  perish  heed  the  message,  . 

Christ  has  come  to  save  ! — Cho. 

Daring  death  thy  soul  to  rescue. 

He  in  love  has  come  ; 
Leave  the  wreck,  and  in  him  trusting. 

Thou  shalt  reach  thy  home  ! — Cho. 


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12 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Music — Gospel  Hymns  No.  j,  hymn  8. 

I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer 
And  His  wondrous  love  to  me  : 

On  the  cruel  cross  He  suffered. 
From  the  curse  to  set  me  free. 

Chorus. 

Sing,  oh  !    sing  of  my  Redeemer, 
With  His  blood  He  purchased  me, 

On  the  cross  He  sealed  my  pardon, 
Paid  the  debt  and  made  me  free, 
And  made  me  free. 

I  will  tell  the  wondrous  story. 
How  my  lost  estate  to  save. 

In  His  boundless  love  and  mercy. 
He  the  ransom  freely  gave. — Cho. 

I  will  praise  my  dear  Redeemer, 
His  triumphant  pow'r  I'll  tell. 

How  the  victory  He  giveth 
Over  sin, and  death,  and  hell. — Cho. 

I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer, 
And  His  heavenly  love  to  me  ; 

He  from  death  to  life  hath  bro't  me. 
Son  of  God,  with  Him  to  be. — Cho. 


6. 


Music — Gospel  Hymns  No.  j,  hymn  i6. 

Sing  them  over  again  to  me. 

Wonderful  words  of  Life, 
Let  me  more  of  their  beauty  see, 

Wonderful  words  of  Life.' 
Words  of  life  and  beauty. 

Teach  me  faith  and  duty  ; 
II :  Beautiful  words,  wonderful  words, 

Wonderful  words  of  Life.  :  || 

Christ,  the  blessed  One,  gives  to  all 

Wonderful  words  of  Life  ; 
Sinner,  list  to  the  loving  call. 

Wonderful  words  of  Life. 
All  so  freely  given, 

Wooing  us  to  heaven. 
II :  Beautiful  words,  wonderful  words, 

Wonderful  words  of  Life.  :  j] 

Sweetly  echo  the  gospel  call, 

Wonderful  words  of  Life  ; 
Offer  pardon  and  peace  to  all. 

Wonderful  words  of  Life, 
Jesus,  only  Saviour, 

Sanctify  forever. 
II:  Beautiful  words,  wonderful  words. 

Wonderful  words  of  Life.  :|| 


PRKCIOUS    HYMNS. 


IS 


7  C.  p.  M. 

•  •  Music— Book  of  Worship,  p.  296. 

LO  I  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand  ; 
Yet  how  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Eemoves  me  to  yon  lieavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  O  God!  my  inmost  soul  convert. 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late ; 
Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array. 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord  !  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

^  Sr-*^^^  "^^  ^"®  ^^^^*  business  here- 
with holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure. 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill. 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will. 
And  to  the  end  endure. 


9. 


PEECIOUS    HYMNS. 


15 


God  our  Father  !   we  would  praise  Thee, 
For  Thy  loving  smile  to-day  ; 

In  Thy  mercy  wilt  Thou  keep  us, 
As  we  go  from  hence  away. 

Chorus. 

Hallowed  be  Thy  name  forever, 
May  Thy  glorious  kingdom  come  ; 

As  in  heaveji  Thy  saints  adore  Thee, 
So  on  earth  Thy  will  be  done. 

God  our  Saviour  !   we  beseech  Thee, 
Take  us  now  beneath  Thy  care ; 

Grant  to  each  and  all  Thy  blessing, 
While  we  leave  this  house  of  prayer. 

— Cho. 

God  the  Spirit !   be  our  comfort ; 

Keep  our  mind  in  perfect  peace  ; 
Make  our  humble  hearts  Thy  dwelling, 

More  and  more  our  faith  increase. — Cho. 

God  the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit ; 

One  triune,  exalted  Lord  ! 
Thou  the  Alpha  and  Omega  ; 

Thou  the  everlasting  word. — Cho. 


Id  PEECIOUS    HYMNS. 


8. 


Music — Soitgs  of  Grace  and  Glory,  page  77. 


Shout  for  joy !  come  before  the  Lord  with  singing; 

Young  and  old  wake  the  glad  refrain ; 
Praise  Jehovah  !  to  Him  your  tribute  bringing, 

i  ill  the  skies  echo  back  the  strain. 
Praise  the  Father  who  loves  His  children  evei. 

Chant  His  goodness  in  cheerful  song ; 
He  our  God  will  forsake  His  people  never ; 

Endless  praises  to  Him  belong.       Shout,  etc. 


j^raise  the  Son,  who  has  brought  free  salvation. 

Pardon,  peace,  through  His  precious  blood  ; 
Bringing  home  out  of  every  tribe  and  nation 

Wandering  souls  to  the  fold  of  God. 
Holy  Spirit,  our  Comforter  in  sadness, 

Kindly  light  leading  pilgrims  on  ; 
Thee  we  praise  in  a  grateful  hymn  of  gladness 

With  the  Father,  and  Holy  Son.       Shout,  etc. 


le 

10. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS 


Music —  Watchword,  page  g^. 

When  tossed  on  life's  ocean, 

Secure  we'll  abide. 
If  safely  with  Jesus 

Each  care  we  confide. 

Chorus. 

No  ill  can  annoy  us,  nor  draw  us  aside, 
From  trust  in  our  Jesus,  where  safe  we  abide, 
All  safely  with  Jesus,  safely  with  Jesus, 
Safely  with  Jesus  we'll  ever  abide. 

No  grief  is  too  simple 

His  notice  to  gain  ; 
Then  cast  it  on  Jesus, 

He'll  free  from  thy  pain, — Cho. 

When  tempted  He'll  succor, 

And  safe  from  the  tide, 
'Neath  wings  of  protection. 

The  weary  He'll  hide. — Cho. 

When  angels  of  glory 

His  coming  foretell, 
We're  safe  in  our  Jesus, 

And  all  shall  be  well. — Cho. 


11. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


17 


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19 


Music — Royal  Diadem,  page  57. 

Take  thy  staff,  O  pilgrim, 

Haste  thee  on  thy  way ; 
Let  the  morrow  find  thee 

Farther  than  to-day. 

Refrain. — Haste  thee,  haste  thee. 

Haste  thee  on  thy  way  ; 
Let  the  morrow  find  thee 
Farther  than  to-day. 

If  thou  seek  the  citv 

Of  the  Golden  Street, 
Pause  not  on  thy  pathway — 

Kest  not,  weary  feet. 

Refrain. — Haste  thee,  etc. 

In  the  heavenly  journey, 

Press  with  zeal  along  ; 
Resting  will  but  weary — 

Running  makes  thee  strong. 

Refrain  — Haste  thee,  etc. 


12. 

Music — Brightest  and  Best,  page  148. 

Lift  the  voice  in  holy  song, 

Awake,  ye  saints  who  love  the  Lord; 
Gather  now  in  happy  throng, 

And  praise  His  name  with  one  accord; 
Ye  who  know  the  great  salvation, 

Sing  the  triumph  of  His  grace, 
And  with  highest  adoration 

Come  before  Jehovah's  face. 

Chorus. 
Praise  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  light, 
Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts; 
Praise  the  Lord  for  all  His  mighty  acts, 
In  all  the  places  of  His  wide  dominion; 
Praise  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Crowd  His  courts  with  lofty,  praise. 

And  sing  the  works  that  He  hath  done  ; 
Songs  of  love  and  honor  raise 

To  Christ  the  Lord,  the  equal  Son  ; 
Shout  aloud,  ye  souls  in  glory. 

Swell  the  song,  ye  saints  below  ; 
Till  the  heavens  shall  tell  the  story. 

And  the  earth  the  strain  shall  know. 

Cho — Praise  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  light,  etc. 


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11^ 

Music — Songs  of  Grace  and  Glory,  page  75. 

In  the  march  of  life,  thro'  the  toil  and  strife 

Of  the  winding  path  before  us. 
We  have  nought  to  fear  with  a  Saviour  near, 

And  His  banner  waving  o'er  us. 
If  the  tempest  rise  in  the  dark'ning  skies, 

We  will  yield  to  no  repining, 
Tho'  the  storm  roar  loud,  thro'  the  rifted  cloud 

There's  a  golden  sunbeam  shining. 

Chorus. 

Jn  the  march  of  life,  thro'  the  toil  and  strife 

Of  the  winding  path  before  us, 
We  have  nought  to  fear  with  a  Saviour  near, 

And  His  banner  waving  o'er  us. 

In  the  Christian  race  if  we  take  our  place. 

We  may  run  and  weary  never  ; 
Daily  pressing  on  till  the  goal  be  won, 

Unto  Jesus  looking  ever. 
Casting  all  our  cares  on  the  Lord  by  prayer, 

He  will  keep  our  feet  from  falling ; 
We  will  sure  obtain,  nor  have  to  run  in  vain, 

For  the  prize  of  God's  high  calling. 

Cho.— In  the  march  of  life,  etc. 


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13. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Music — Songs  of  Love. 


Praise  the  Saviour,  O  ye  people  ! 

Praise  and  bless  His  holy  name  !      [Him, 
Praise  and  worship  Him.  children,  worship 

For  a  child  from  heaven  He  came  ; 
Praise  Him  from  the  hills  and  mountains, 

From  the  vales  and  cities  all, 
Hail  Him  king  of  earth  and  heaven, 

Who  was  once  a  child  so  small; 
Hail  Him  king  of  earth  and  heaven, 

Who  was  once  a  child  so  small. 

Cho. — Praise  Him  in  the  sanctuary  ; 

Let  the  children  swell  the  strain. 
And  at  morn,  and  noon,  and  even, 

Echo  still  the  sweet  refrain  ; 
And  at  morn,  and  noon,  and  even. 

Echo  still  the  sweet  refrain. 

Praise  Him  for  His  mighty  actions ; 

Praise  Him  for  His  tenderness. 
When  He  lovingly  held  the  little  ones 

In  His  arms  to  save  and  bless ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  wise  and  noble. 

Men  and  maidens,  old  and  young  ; 
Let  redeeming  love  and  mercy 

Be  the  theme  of  every  tongue  ; 
Let  redeeming  love  and  mercy 

Be  the  theme  of  every  tongue. 

Cho. — Praise  Him  in  the  sanctuary,  etc. 


p&iccious  hymks,  21 

Xt:«  Music— Golden  Shower,  101. 

1  TIT^'^^  tearful  eyes  I  look  around, 
T  T       Life  seems  a  dark  and  I  stormy  I 
sea;  '  "^  ' 

Yet,  'midst  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  |  whisper,  |  Come  to  me. 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest 

It  tells  me  where  my  |  soul  may  I  flee; 
Oh  !  to  the  weary,  faint,  opprest, 
Howsweetthe  j  bidding,  j  come  to  J  ma 
8  When  nature  shudders,  loth  to  part 
Erom  all  I  love,  en-  |  joy,  and  |  see ; 
VVhen  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  |  utters,  |  Come  to  j  me. 
4  Come,  for  all  else  must  fall  and  die, 
Earth  is  no  resting  |  place  for  |  thee; 
Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 
I  am  thy  |  portion,  |  Come  to  |  me. 
6  O  voice  of  mercy  I  voice  of  love  I 
^  In  conflict,  grief,  and  |  ago-  |  ny, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above  1 
And  gently  j  whisper,  |  Come  to  I  me. 


THE     FATHER. 


2^ 


16. 
T 


CM. 


3fusic — Hymnal,  287. 

HE  Lord's  my  Shepherd,  I'll  not  want. 
He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green  :  he  leadeth  me 
The  quiet  waters  by. 

2  My  soul  he  doth  restore  again, 

And  me  to  walk  doth  make 
Within  the  paths  of  righteousness, 
E'en  for  his  own  name's  sake. 

3  Yea,  though  I  walk  in  death's  dark  vale, 

Yet  will  I  fear  no  ill ; 
Eor  thou  art  with  me,  and  thy  rod 
And  stafi"  me  comfort  still. 

4  Goodness  and  mercy  all  my  life 

Shall  surely  follow  me, 
And  in  God's  house  for  evermore 
My  dwelling-place  shall  be. 


17. 


Musi 


CM. 


-Hymnal,  301. 

THKOUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  liffe, 
In  trouble  and  in  joy. 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  My  soul  shall  make  her  boast  in  him, 
And  celebrate  his  fame  ; 
Gome  magnify  the  Lord  with  me^ 
With  me  exalt  his  name. 


^^  THE   FATHER, 

J.O,      Music—Hymnal,  311.       Q^    ]W[ 

rpHE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
J- _    I  shall  be  well  supplied; 

wl^®  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heav'nly  pasture  grows, 
A\  here  hying  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray. 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name.  ^' 

4  While  he  afi"ords  his  aid 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  • 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's 
dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

6  Amid  surrounding  foes 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread. 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  i'oU'wing  days  • 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  ll-emove, 
S^ov  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 


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3  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliv'rance  he  afl'ords  to  all 
Who  on  his  succour  trust. 

4  Oh  make  but  trial  of  his  love  j 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  they  are,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 


18. 
O 


CM, 


H  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And.our  eternal  home. 


2  Before  the  bills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone, 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  dawn. 

4  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream. 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten — as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 


THE     FATHER. 


2S 


THE     FATHER. 


^t 


10.       Music— Hymnal,  69.       L,  ^/L^ 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast  ; 
Oh  I  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works  and  bless  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  I 
How  deep  thy  counsels  I  how  divine  I 


20. 


Music — Hymnal,  2. 


L.M. 


BEFOKE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, — 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men,- 
And    when,    like   wandering   sheep,    we 
strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

*  We  are  thy  people,  we  thy  care, 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear^, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  i 


22 
H 


Music — Hymnal,  468. 

OW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 

Lord, 

Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ; 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  us  he  hath 

said, — 
To  us  who  to  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  When  through  fiery  trials  our  pathway 
shall  lie, 

Thy  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  our  sup- 
ply i 

The  flame  shall  not  hurt  us, — thine  only 
design 

Our  dross  to  consume,  and  our  gold  to  refine. 

8  E'en  down  to  old  age  all  thy  people  shall 
prove 

Thy  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 

And  then,  when  gray  hairs  shall  our  tem- 
ples adorn. 

Like  lambs  we  shall  still  in  thy  bosom  be 
borne. 

4  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  re- 
pose. 

Thou  wilt  not,  thou  wilt  not  desert  to  its 
foes  ; 

That  soul , — though  all  hell  should  endeavor 
to  shake. 

Thou  wilt  not, — no  never, — no  never  for- 
sake. 


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4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  : 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 


21. 


Music — Hymnal,  35. 


CM. 


WHILST  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power! 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled, 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 
Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed, 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ; 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear. 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  the  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 

Resigned  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see, 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear- 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 


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23. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Tune — Balerma. 


CM. 


OFOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; — 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely   shed    for  me  ; 

2.  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek. 
My  great  Kedeemer's  throne, 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone  I 

3  Oh  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart. 

Believing,  true  and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part, 
From  him  that  dwells  within ; 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine. 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy.  Lord,  of  thine  ! 

^4«  Music— Hymnal,  378.  |     S« 

CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
As  we  journey  we  will  sing, — 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  wajie. 

3  We  are  trav'lling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happ}^  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 


THE  FATHER. 


»9 


THE  FATHER. 


31 


3  Oh  ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad, 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes. 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest. 
Soon  we'll  enter  into  rest ; 
There  our  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  our  kingdom  and  reward. 

6  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

20«      Music— Hymnal,  439.      85  I  541 
Repeat  fifth  line. 

GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 

Hold  me  with  thy  pow'rful  hand  :     (» 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

Si  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through; 

Strong  Deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 


8  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 
My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

4  Through  every  period  of  my  life 
Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds. 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 


28. 


Music — Hymnal,  482. 


L.M. 


GLOKY  to  thee.  My  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  oh  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Else,  glorious,  at  the  awful  day. 

4  Oh  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose. 

And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close,— 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 


30 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


32 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction^ 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee 


26. 


Music— Hymnal,  259.      C,  ]V[, 


FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sov'reign  will  denies. 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace 
Let  this  petition  rise : — 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart. 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart. 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine. 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

2  i  •      Music— Hymnal,  249.      C«  M!. 

WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys. 
Transported  with  the  view  I'm  los'. 
In  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 


29.  Music— Golden  Chain,  107.  S,  ]V[, 

HOW  gentle  God's  commands  1 
How  kind  his  precepts  are! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care. 

2  His  bounty  will  provide. 

His  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand  which  bev.rs  creation  up, 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind? 
O  seek  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  peace  and  comfort  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Unchanged  from  day  to  day  ; 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet. 
And  bear  a  song  away. 


30. 


Music — Golden  Shower,  89. 


S.M. 


COME,  sound  His  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing, 
Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 
The  universal  king. 

2  Come — worship  at  his  throne. 
Come — bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  liis  work,  and  not  our  own, 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 


THE     FATHER. 


33 


35 


3  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come— like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 


THE  SON, 


31.  ^^' 


■  Golden  Shower,  98. 


S.M. 


MY  soul,  repeat  His  praise. 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed- 

3  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

4  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  who  fear  his  name, 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel  ; 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

5  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  ; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 


33. 

0 


Music — Hymnal,   210, 


C.P.M. 


H  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
Oh  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine; 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings. 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings 
In  notes  almost  divine. 


2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt. 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine; 
I'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness. 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne ; 
0  In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 
Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4  Soon  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  call  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 


CM. 


34:  PRECIOUS    HTMNS. 

^3^o      Music — Hymnal,  32. 

GEEAT  God  1  how  infinite  art  thou  I 
What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made ; 
Thou  art  the  ever  living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years. 

Stands  present  in  thy  view  ; 
To  thee,  there's  nothing  old  appears; 
Geat  God  1  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn , 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 


36 


PRECIOirS    HYMNS. 


0^«     Music — Hymnal,  395.  |     S« 

pOCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
JAj     Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood 
From  thy  wounded  side  which  flowed. 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, — 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  pow'r. 


Not  the  labor  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  the  law's  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone, — 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 


3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling  ; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress. 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace,— 
Yile,  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 


4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  heart-strings  break  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  world's  unknown. 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment-throne, — 
Kock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


THE    SON.  5y 

35.      Music— Hymnal,  260.      C    "ML. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  I 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast  ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  Name,  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 
Mj  never-failing  treas'ry,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

A  nd  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim       • 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


THE    SON. 


39 


36. 


Music — Hymnal,   365. 


7's. 


JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul. 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 


3  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean. 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 


38. 


Music — Hymnal,  427. 


8.7's. 


While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 


COME,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  gr  ,c3  ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ^ 
Praise  the  mount, — 0  fix  m.e  on  it, — 
Mount  of  Grod's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  with  precious  blood. 

'^  Oh  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 
Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 


S8 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


40 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS, 


Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past, 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 
Oh  receive  ij.iy  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  ah  I  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ; 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  inj  help  from  thoo  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing, 

3  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound. 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  : 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Ereely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, — 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

3  7.      Music— Hymnal,  284.      C.  jM. 

OH  !  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
]My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 
2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 


Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter. 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  : 

Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it. 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 

Here's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  seal  it. 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 


39. 


Music — Hymnal,  300. 


CM, 


THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins. 
And  sinners  plunged,  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he. 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


THE    SON. 


4:1 


43 


40.  Music— Children's  Praise.  65.    |     S« 

GENTLE  Jesus,  meek  and  mild, 
Look  upon  a  little  child, 
Pity  my  simplicity, 
Suffer  me  to  come  to  thee. 

2  Fain  1  would  to  thee  be  brought ; 
Gracious  God,  forbid  it  not; 
Give  me,  O  my  God,  a  phice 

In  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace. 

3  Put  thy  hands  upon  my  head, 
Let  me  in  thine  arms  be  staid, 
Let  me  lean  upon  thy  breast, 
Lull  me  there,  O  lord,  to  rest. 

4  Fain  I  would  be  as  thou  art ; 
Give  me  thy  obedient  heart  ; 
Thou  art  pitiful  and  kind  ; 
Let  me  have  thy  loving  mind. 

5  Help  me,  Saviour,  to  fulfil, 
God,  my  heavenly  Father's  will  ; 
Never  his  good  Spirit  grieve, 
Only  to  his  glory  live. 


41. 


Music— S.  S.  Hymns,  90.  8,7s. 


JESUS,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me, 
Bless  thy  little  lamb  to-night ; 
Through  the  darkness  be  thou  near  me, 
Keep  me  safe  till  morning  light. 


4  Haste,  ye  mortal.-,  to  adore  him  ; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy  ; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  !" 


43 


Music— S.  S.  Bell,  46. 

I  THINK,   when  I  read  that  sweet  story 
of  old, 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men. 
How  he  calPd  little  children,  as  lambs  to 
hjs  fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  him  then, 

2  I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on 

my  head. 
That  his  arms  had  been  thrown  around 
me  ; 
That  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  loak  when 
he  said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 
*        And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love  ; 

And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him'  above — 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  he  has  gone  to  pre- 

pare 
For  all  who  are  wash'd  and  forgiven  ; 
And  many    dear   children   are  gather) -ig 
there, 
^'  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 


42 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


44 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


2  Through  the  day  thy  hand  has  led  me, 

And  I  thank  thee  for  thy  care  ; 
Thou  hast  warm'd  me,  clothed  and  fed  me, 
Listen  to  my  evening  prayer. 

3  Let  my  sins  be  all  forgiven — 

-Bless  the  friends  I  love  so  well ; 
Take  me,  when  I  die,  to  heaven, 
Happy  there  with' thee  to  dwell. 

4^.    Music—Songs  of  Gladness,  79.    g  7s. 

HARK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  I  the  angelic  host  rejoices, 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 
CHORUS  : 
Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy, 
"  Glory  in  the  highest — glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

2  Peace  on  earth — good  will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found, 
Souls  redeem'd,  and  sins  forgiven, 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

3  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed— 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing  i 
Oh,  receive  whom  God  appointed 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  King, 


44. 


7s. 


CHRIST  is  merciful  and  mild  ; 
He  was  once  a  little  child  ; 
He  whom  heavenly  hosts  adore 
Lived  on  earth  among  the  poor. 

2  Much  I  wonder  when  I  see 
His  unbounded  love  to  me, 
How  he  laid  his  glory  by, 
"When  for  me  he  stoop'd  to  die. 

3  He  the  sick  to  health  restored, 

To  the  poor  he  preach 'd  the  word  ; 
Even  children  had  a  share 
Of  his  love  and  tender  care. 

4  Every  bird  can  build  its  nest, 
Foxes  have  their  place  of  rest  : 
He  by  whom  the  world  was  made 
Had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

5  He  who  is  the  Lord  most  high 
Then  was  poorer  far  than  I, 
That  I  might  hereafter  be 
Rich  to  all  eternity  ! 


45. 
0 


Music — Hymnal,  438. 


8,7's. 


NE  there  is  above  all  others 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend , 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's. 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 


THE    SON. 


4:5 

2  Whicli  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  • 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised,  ' 

He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  Oh  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften, 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  • 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often  ' 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 

4t>.     Music— Hymnal,  358.      6   4^S 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  j  4, 

Oh  let  me,  from  this  day, 
Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 

Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, — 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh  may  my  love  to  thee 

Pure,  warm  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 


47 


4  And  those  who  find  thee,  find  a  bliss 
Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show ; 
The  love  of  Jesus, — what  it  is 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know 

48 •       Music— Hymnal,  91.       C.  JXL<» 

SEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stan^ 
With  all-engaging  charms  ; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms  ! 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach."  he  cries, 

"Nor  scorn  their  humble  name, 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these. 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, — 
Thine  let  our  ofispring  be. 


49 
W 


Music-Book  of  Worship,  527.  8,6. 

HEN,  his  salvation  bringing, 
To  Zion  Jesus  came, 
The  children  all  stood  singing 

Hosannas  to  his  name. 
Nor  did  their  zeal  ofii'end  him, 

For  as  he  rode  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  him, 
And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 


46  PRECIOUS    HYMNS, 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread. 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tear  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love 
Fear  and  distress  remove  ; 
Oh  !  bear  me  safe  above, — 

A  ransomed  soul. 


48 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


47. 


Music — Hymnal,  221. 


CM, 


JESUS,  the  very  thought  of  thee 
With  gladness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  dearer  far  thy  face  to  see. 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek  I 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  thou  art, 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  I 


3  And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  for  children  still ; 
Though  now  as  King  he  reigneth 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill ; 
We'll  flock  around  his  banner. 

Who  sits  upon  the  throne  ; 
And  cry  aloud,  "  Hosanna 

To  David's  royal  Son." 

3  For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Kedeemer's  praise  ; 
The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 

Might  well  hosannas  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words  ? 
No  !  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They,  too,  shall  be  the  Lord's. 

OiJ.  Music— Musical  Leaves,  25.  0«  I    S4 

GOD  has  said,   "Forever  blessed 
Those  who  seek  me  in  their  youth, 
They  shall  find  the  path  of  wisdom, 

And  the  narrow  way  of  truth." 
Guide  us.  Saviour,  guide  us,  Saviour, 

In  the  narrow  way  of  truth. 
Guide  us.  Saviour,  guide  us,  Saviour, 
In  the  narrow  way  of  truth. 

2  Be  our  strength,  for  we  are  weakness  ; 
Be  our  wisdom  and  our  guide  ; 
May  we  walk  in  love  and  meekness, 
Nearer  to  our  Saviour's  side. 


49 


THE    SON. 


5t 


Naught  can  harm  us,  naught  can  harm  us, 
"While  we  thus  in  thee  abide, 

Naught  can  harm  us,  naught  can  harm  us, 
While  we  thus  in  thee  abide. 

3  Thus  when  evening  shades  shall  gather, 

We  may  turn  our  tearless  eye 
To  the  dwelling  of  our  Father, 

To  our  home  beyond  the  sky  ; 
Gently  passing,  gently  passing 

To  the  happy  land  on  high. 
Gently  passing,  gently  passing  .  - 

To  the  happy  land  on  high. 

Ox,  3Iusic — 3Iusical  Leaves^  26.    lls. 

'nnWAS  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  who  died  on 
JL  the  tree, 

To  open  a  fountain  for  sinners  like  me  ; 
His  blood  is  that  fountain  which  pardon 

bestows. 
And  cleanses  the  foulest  wherever  it  flows. 

Chorus. 

Tor  the  Lion  of  Judah  shall  break  ev'ry 

chain, 
And  give  us  the  vict'ry  again  and  again. 

2  And  when  I  was  willing  with  all  things  to 
part, 
He  gave  me  my  bounty,  his  love  in  my 
heart ; 


2  Jesus  is  the  children's  Saviour? 

'Twas  for  them  he  shed  his  blood; 
Died,  that  poor  and  needy  sinners 
Might  be  reconciled  to  God. 

Dying  Saviour  ! 
Bearing  thus  our  sinful  load. 

3  Jesus  is  the  children's  Saviour  I 

"'Suffer  them,"  he  says,  "to  come  ;'•' 
If  they  seek  his  face  and  favor, 

They  shall  share  his  heavenly  home, 

Risen  Saviour ! 
Never  more  from  thee  to  roam. 
• 

4  Loving,  suffering,  dying  Saviour  I 

Kisen,  glorious  on  thy  throne, 
Haste  the  day  when  every  idol 
Shall  by  truth  be  overthrown, 

And  the  kingdoms . 
Of  the  earth  to  the  belong. 


53. 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  11. 

EVER  near  us,  ever  near  us, 
Bending  o'er  us  as  we  pray. 
With  his  loving  presence  Jesus 
Cheers  us  on  our  homeward  way. 
Chorus — Ever  near,  ever  near, 

Watching  o'er  us  day  by  day, 

Ever  near,  ever  near, 
As  we  tread  our  homeward  way. 


60 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


S2 


PRECIOUS  HYMNS. 


So  now  I  am  joined  with  the  conquering 

band 
Who   are   marching   to    glory    at   Jesus' 

command. — Cho. 

3  Though  round  me  the  storms  of  adversity 

roll. 
And  the  waves  of  destruction  encompass 

my  soul. 
In  vain  this  frail  vessel  the  tempest  shall 

toss. 
My  hopes  rest  secure  on  the  blood  of  the 

cross. — Cho. 

4  And  when  the  last  trumpet  of  judgment 

shall  sound, 
And  wake  all  the  nations  that  sleep  in  the 

ground. 
Then,   when  heaven  and   earth  shall  ba 

melted  away, 
I'll  sing  of  the  blood  of  the  cross  in  that 

day. — Cho. 

K^imi»  Music — Fresh  Laurels,  4.   Oj  I     S« 

JESUS  is  our  loving  Saviour, 
He,  our  best,  our  constant  friend  ; 
In  his  service  life  is  pleasure, 
For  he  loveth  to  the  end. 

Loving  Saviour,  loving  Saviour, 
Here  we  at  thy  footstool  bend, 
'^  Here  we  at  thy  footstool  bend. 


2  Ever  near  us,  ever  near  us, 

In  our  bitter  loneliness, 
Sweetly  comes  this  gentle  Jesus, 
Blessing  us  in  tenderness. 

3  Ever  near  us,  ever  near  us. 

When  the  loves  of  life  depart, 
Gently  healing  comes  this  Jesus, 
Binding  up  the  wounded  heart. 

4  Ever  near  us,  ever  near  us. 

As  we  cross  the  swelling  tide, 
Through  the  storm  our  life-boat  Jesus 
Bears  us  to  the  other  side. 


54. 


Music — Hymnal,  370. 


7's. 


JESUS,  cast  a  look  on  me. 
Give  me  true  simplicity  ; 
Make  me  poor,  and  keep  me  low, 
Seeking  only  thee  to  know. 

2  All  that  feeds  my  busy  pride, 
Cast  it  evermore  aside  ; 

Bid  my  will  to/ thine  submit. 
Lay  me  humbly  at  thy  feet. 

3  Make  me  like  a  little  child, 
Simple,  teachable  and  mild; 
Seeing  only  in  thy  light. 
Walking  only  in  thy  might. 


58 


THE   SON. 


55 


4  Leaning  on  thy  loving  breast, 
Where  a  weary  soul  may  rest ; 
Feeling  well  the  peace  of  God 
Flowing  from  thy  precious  blood. 


55, 


Music — Happy   Voices^  95. 


FAR  from  the  fold  of  Jesus, 
I,  a  wayward  child, 
Like  a  straying  lamb,  had  wandered 

Into  deserts  wild  ; 
But  the  gentle  §hepherd  sought  me, 

Won  me  by  his  charms  ; 
Safe  away  from  danger  bro't  me. 
In  his  loving  arms. 

Chorus. — Praise  Jesus,  gentle  Shepherd, 
Saviour,  loving,  mild  ; 
Jesus'  name  is  sweetest  music 
To  the  Christian  child. 

2  To  his  bosom  close  he  pressed  me. 
Pardoned  all  my  sin, 
Led  me  by  the  stillest  waters, 

Into  pastures  green. 
Now  all  day  I'm  glad  and  joyful, 

Happy  in  his  love; 
All  the  night  my  rest  is  peaceful, 
Guarded  from  above. 
Cho. — Praise  Jesus,  etc. 


57. 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  19. 


TAKE  the  cross  without  repining, 
Whatsoe'er  thy  cross  may  be ; 
Bear  it  up  the  rugged  mountain, 
Jesus  bore  a  cross  for  thee. 

Chorus. 

Take  the  cross  and  bear  it  meekly, 
Take  the  cross  and  bear  it  meekly, 
Take  the  cross  and  bear  it  meekly, 
Till  thy  work  on  earth  is  done. 

2  Take  the  cross  and  learn  thy  duty, 

Learn  of  Him  who  bids  thee  pray ; 
He  will  make  it  plain  before  thee. 
Seek  his  counsel  day  by  day. 
Take  the  cross,  etc. 

3  Trials  bring  the  promise  nearer, 

Take  the  cross — thyself  deny , 
Thro'  the  might  of  Him  who  bore  thee, 
Thou  shalt  conquer  by-and-by. 
Take  the  cross,  etc. 

4  Take  the  cross  and  bear  it  meekly. 

Till  thy  work  on  earth  is  done : 
Till  thy  soul  shall  reach  the  haven. 
Till  thy  starry  crown  is  won. 
Take  the  cross,  etc. 


54 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


56 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


3  Evermore  I'll  trust  in  Jesus, 
He  shall  be  my  Guide  ; 
No  allurement  shall  entice  me 

From  my  Shepherd's  side. 
By  and  by,  from  earth's  temptations. 

He  will  give  me  rest, 
And  in  heaven's  greener  pastures 
Make  me  ever  blest. 

Cho. — Praise  Jesus,  etc. 


56. 


Music— Hymnal,  253.    C.  M. 

JOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come. 
Let  earth  receive  her  King; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room. 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns ; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ, 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and 
plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow. 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  ble<;-ings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


58. 


Music — Happy    Voices,   161. 


AYIOUR,  listen  to  our  prayer. 
Poor  and  sinful  though  we  are  ; 
Guilt-confessing, 
Give  thy  blessing. 
Grant  us  thy  loving  care. 

Cho. — O  God  our  Father,  Christ  our  King, 
Now  to  thee  our  hearts  we  bring  ; 
Keep  them  ever. 
Blessed  Saviour, 
Till  in  heaven  thy  love  we  sing. 

2  Strength  is  thine  ;  we  often  stray 
From  thy  pure  and  holy  way  ; 

Wilt  thou  guide  us, 
Walk  beside  us, 
Nearer  every  day  ? 
Chorus. — O  God  our  Father,  &c. 

3  Then  may  we,  when  life  is  o'er, 
Stand  with  thee  on  yonder  shore : 

Freed  from  sinning, 
Heaven  winning. 
Praising  evermore. 

Chorus. — O  God  our  Father,  &c. 

Music — Hymnal,  532.  C.  ivl. 

EAR  Saviour,  ever  at  my  side. 
How  loving  thou  must  be. 
To  leave  thy  home  in  heaven  to  guard 
A  little  child  like  me  1 


59 
D 


THE   iSON,  57 

Thy  beautiful  and  shining  face 

I  see  not,  though  so  near  ; 
The  sweetness  of  thy  soft  low  voice 

I  am  too  deaf  to  hear. 

2  I  cannot  feel  thee  touch  my  hand 

■With  pressure  light  and  mild, 
To  check  me,  as  my  mother  did 

When  I  was  but  a  child  ;  > 

But  I  have  felt  thee  in  my  thoughts 

Fighting  with  sin  for  me; 
And  when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know 

The  sweetness  is  from  thee. 

3  And  when,  dear  Saviour,  I  kneel  down 

Morning  and  night  to  pray'r, 
Something  there  is  within  my  heart 

Which  "tells  me  thou  art  there  : 
Yes, — when  I  pray,  thou  prayest  too, 

Thy  pray'r  is  then  for  me  ; 
And  when  I  sleep,  thou,  sleeping  not, 

Dost  watch  me  lovingly. 


61 


THE   SON. 


59 


60. 


3Iusic — Oolden  Chain,  40. 


HEAR  the  royal  proclamation. 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Published  to  every  creature. 
To  the  ruined  sons  of  nature. 
Chorus. — Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns, 
Jesus  reigns, 
Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious, 


61 


58 


PllECIOUS    HYMNS. 


60 


Music — Book  of  Worship,  p.  45. 

HAIL  to  the  Lord's  anointed  I 
Great  David's  greater  Son  I 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reign  on  earth  begun  I 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  shall  come  down  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth. 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth : 
Before  him  on  the  mountains 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

3  ^or  him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
"Slis  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end: 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever ; 
That  name  to  us  is — Love. 
b 

Music — Book  of  Wo'rship,  p.  411. 

SILENT  night !  Holy  night ! 
All  is  calm,  all  is  bright 
Eound  yon  virgin  mother  and  child. 
Holy  Infant,  tender  and  mild, 
II  :Sleep  in  heavenly  peace  I  :|| 

PRECIOUS  HYMNS. 


Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 

Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns, 
Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying. 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
"Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  ofl'ered  by  the  Saviour." 

Cho. — Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

3  "Here  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey; 
Come,  and  purchase  without  money  ; 
Mercy  flowing  from  a  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain." 

Cho. — Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

4  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation. 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation  ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  Almighty  Prince  of  Zion. 

Cho. — Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

5  Shout,  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  hath  purchased  our  redemption ; 
Angels,  shout  the  pleasing  story. 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory. 

Cho. — Jesus  reigns,  &c. 


2  Silent  night !  holy  night !      ,    .  .  ,  ^ 
Shepherds  wake,  touched  with  fright. 
Glories  stream  from  heaven  afar ; 
Heavenly  hosts  sing  Hallelujah, 

II  :Christthe  Saviour  is  born.  :|| 

3  Silent  night !  holy  night ! 

Son  of  God  !  Light  of  light!— 
O  how  love  beams  from  his  face, 
With  the  dawn  of  heavenly  grace, 
II  : At  Immanuel's  birth  1  :|| 

02«  Music— Golden  Shower,  68.    TS, 

JESUS  loves  me  !  this  I  know, 
For  the  Bible  tells  me  so, 
Little  ones  to  him  belong, 
They  are  weak,  but  he  is  strong. 
Chorus. — Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
■    Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
The  Bible  tells  me  so. 

2  Jesus  loves  me  !  he  who  died 
Heaven's  gate  to  open  wide ; 
He  will  wash  away  my  sin, 
Let  his  little  child  come  in. 

Cho. — Yes,  Jesus  loves  me,  &c. 


THE    SON.  01 

3  Jesus  loves  me  !  loves  me  still, 
Though  I'm  very  weak  and  ill ; 
Trom  his  shining  throne  on  high, 
Comes  to  watch  me  where  I  I'e. 

Cho. — Yes,  Jesus  loves  me,  &c. 

4  Jesus  loves  me;  he  will  stay- 
Close  beside  me,  all  the  way, 
If  I  love  him,  when  I  die 

He  will  take  me  home  on  high. 
Cho. — Yes,  Jesus  loves  me,  &o. 


63 


63, 


Music — Golden   Censer,   12. 


"TOOTHING,  either  great  or  small, 
a\      Remains  for  me  to  do  ; 

Jesus  died,  and  paid  it  all, — 
Yes  all  the  debt  I  owe. 

Chorus. — Jesus  paid  it  all. 

All  the  debt  I  owe, 
Jesus  died  and  paid  it  all, 
Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 

"When  he  from  his  lofty  throne, 
Stoop'd  down  to  do  and  die. 

Every  thing  was  fully  done  ; 
"  'Tis  finished  !"  was  his  cry. 
Chorus. — Jesus  paid,  &c. 

Weary,  working,  plodding  one, 
Oh,  wherefore  toil  you  so  ? 


And  in  thy  presence  stand. 
We  are  coming,  &c. 
To  meet  that  happy  band. 

3  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

Our  Father's  house  we  see — 
A  glorious  mansion  ever 
Tor  children  young  as  we. 

We  are  coming,  &c. 
Our  Father's  house  we  see. 

4  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

That  happy  home  is  ours  ; 
If  here  we  gain  thy  favor 

We'll  reach  those  fragrant  bowers. 
We  are  coming,  &c. 
That  happy  home  is  ours. 

5  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

To  crown  our  Jesus   King,    ■ 
And  then  with  angels  ever 
His  praises  we  will  sing. 

We  are  coming,  &c. 

To  crown  our  Jesus,  King. 


65, 


3fusic — Golden   Censer,  20. 


IVTEVER  be  afraid  to  speak  for  Jesus, 
_1\|      Think  how  much  a  word  can  do ; 
Never  be  afraid  to  own  your  Saviour, 

He  who  loves  and  cares  for  you. 
Cho. — Never  be  afraid,  never  be  afraid, 
Never,  never,  never, 
Jesus  is  your  loving  Saviour, 
Therefore  never  be  afraid. 


€2  PRECIOUS  hymns. 

Cease  your  doing — all  was  done ; 
Yes,  ages  long  ago. 

Chorus. — Jesus  paid,  &c. 

Till  to  Jesus'  work  you  cling. 
Alone  by  simple  faith, 

"Doing"  is  a  deadly  thing, 
Your  "doing"  ends  in  death. 
Chorus. — Jesus  paid^  &c. 

Cast  your  deadly  "  doing  "  down, 
Down  all  at  Jesus'  feet ; 

Stand  in  him,  in  him  alone. 
All  glorious  and  complete. 
Chorus. — Jesus  paid,  &c. 


64: 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


64 
W 


Music — Golden  Censer,  17. 

E  are  coming  blessed  Saviour, 
We  hear  thy  gentle  voice  ; 
We  would  be  thine  forever. 
And  in  thy  love  rejoice. 

Chorus. 

We  are  coming,  we  are  coming, 
We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

We  are  coming,  we  are  coming. 
We  hear  thy  gentle  voice. 

2  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
To  meet  that  happy  band. 
And  sing  with  them  forever, 


2  Never  be  afraid  to  work  for  Jesus  ; 

In  his  vineyard  day  by  day 
Labor  with  a  kind  and  willing  spirit, 
He  will  all  your  toil  repay. 
Cho. — Never  be  afraid,  &c. 

3  Never  be  afraid  to  bear  for  Jesus 

Keen  reproaches  when  they  fall ; 
Patiently  endure  your  every  trial, 
Jesus  meekly  bore  them  all. 
Cho. — Never  be  afraid,  &c. 

4  Never- be  afraid  to  live  for  Jesus  ; 

If  you  on  his  care  depend. 
Safely  shall  you  pass  through  every  trial, 
He  will  bring  you  to  the  end. 
Cho. — Never  be  afraid,  &c. 


66 
F 


Music — Golden  Censer,  89.  6,4s. 

ADE,  fade  each  earthly  joy, 
Jesus  is  mine  ; 
Break  every  tender  tie, 

Jesus  is  mine  ; 
Dark  is  the  wilderness, 
Earth  has  no  resting-place, 
Jesus  alone  can  bless, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

2  Tempt  not  my  soul  away, 
Jesus  is  mine ; 
Here  would  I  ever  stay, 
Jesus  is  mine ; 


THE    SON. 


65 


67 


Perishing  things  of  clay, 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away, 
Jesus  is  mine. 

3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 

Jesus  is  mine  ; 
Lost  in  this  dawning  light, 

Jesus  is  mine  ; 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried, 
Left  biit  a  dismal  void, — 
Jesus  has  satisfied, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

4  Parewell  mortality, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
"Welcome  eternity, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
"Welcome,  O  loved  and  blest, 
"Welcome,  sweet  scenes  of  rest^ 
"Welcome,  my  Saviour's  breast, 

Jesus  is  mine. 


67, 


Music — Golden  Censer^  109. 

JESUS  is  our  pilot, 
No  one  else  can  guide 
Our  frail  bark  in  safety 

O'er  life's  stormy  tide. 
"When  the  waves  of  trouble 

Baffle  human  skill, 
He  can  always  calm  them 
With   his  "  Peace,  be  still  1" 
2 


2  Jesus,  I'll  try  my  cross  to  bear, 
I'll  follow  thee  and  never  fear ; 
From  thy  dear  fold  I  would  not  roam ; 
O  take  a  little  wanderer  home. 

3  Jesus,  I  cannot  see  thee  here, 

Yet  still  I  know  thou'rt  very  near  ; 

O  say  my  sins  are  all  forgiven. 

And  I  shall  dwell  with  thee  in  heaven. 

4  And  now,  dear  Jesus,  I  am  thine, 
0  be  thou  ever,  ever  mine. 

And  let  me  never,  never  roam 

From  thee,  the  little  wanderer's  home. 

8,7,4s 

g  Music — Hymnal^  440. 

AVIOUPv,  like  a  Shepherd  lead  us, 
Much  we  need  thy  tend'rest  care; 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 
For  our  use  thy  folds  prepare: 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  we  are. 

2  "We  are  thine,  do  thou  befriend  us, 

Be  the  guardian  of  our  way  : 
Keep  thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  wken  we  go  astray: 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Hear  thy  children  when  they  pray. 

3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  thoug-h  we  be  : 


69 
S 


66 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Chorus. — Jesus  is  our  Pilot, 

Guided  by  his  hand, 

"We  shall  reach  the  haven 

On  the  golden  strand. 

2  Jesus  is  our  Pilot, 

Leaning  on  his  arm, 
"We  are  safe  from  danger. 

Safe  from  fear  and  harm. 
In  his  strong  protection 

Let  us  ever  rest ; 
Eefuge  from  all  sorrow 
On  his  faithful  breast. 
Cho. — Jesus  is,  &c. 

8  Jesus  is  our  Pilot, 

"Well  he  knows  the  way 
From  these  earthly  shadows 

To  the  realms  of  day. 
He  can  find  that  harbor 

Others  seek  in  vain, 
"Where,  as  Lord  of  glory, 
Evermore  he'll  reign. 
Cho. — Jesus  is,  &c. 


68. 


Music — Golden  Censer,  114.    oS. 


JESUS  to  thy  dear  arms  I  flee, 
I  have  no  other  hope  but  thee ; 
For  thou  dost  sufl'er  me  to  come, 
O  take  a  little  wanderer  home. 


QS  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

G-race  to  cleanse,  and  pow'r  to  free : 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Let  us  ever  turn  to  thee. 

4  Ever  let  us  seek  thy  favor, 
Ever  let  us  do  thy  will ; 
Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 
"With  thy  love  our  bosoms  fill : 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 

70.      Music— Hymnal,  288.      C«  j3fL< 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed. 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
"Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  "Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done. 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  "Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
"When  Grod,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness. 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 


THE    SON. 


69 


THE    SON. 


5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

1 1.  Music— Book  of  Worship  186.Xj«]M. 

OTHE  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 
Where  my  Redeemer  loved  and  died  ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

Prom  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

2  I  would  forever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  cars  unknown  ; 

With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 

And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 


72 
A 


3Iusic — Hymnal,  29. 

LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall. 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fa'il. 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

Th:3  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Gro,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


74. 


71 


Music—  Calvary  Songs,  page  26. 

Hark  !  the  mighty  tones  sublime, 
Trumpet  tongues  of  olden  time — 
Breathing  on  the  silent  air, 
Shouting  glory  everywhere ! 
Hark  !  again  their  joyful  sound 
Rings  afar,  the  earth  around  ; 
While  a  vast,  adoring  throng 
Catch  thestrain  and  join  the  song. 

Cho. — Unto  us  a  child  is  given  ; 

Open  now  the  gates  of  heaven  ; 
Eden  lost,  to  man  restored 
Through  the  birth  of  Christ  the 
Lord. 
Mourning  captive,  cease  thy  tears  ; 
Lo  !  the  promised  day  appears, 
Through  the  misty  vale  of  night, 
Bursting  in  a  flood  of  light ; 
Oh,  what  wondrous  things  are  done 
By  the  Father,  through  the  Son  ! 
Oh,  the  smile  of  pardoning  grace. 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face  ! — Cho. 

Now  with  he  iling  in  her  wings. 
Hark  !  a  white-robed  angel  sings  : — 
"Mortals,  from  the  realms  above, 
I  have  borne  my  harp  of  love  ; 


70  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball. 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Oh  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And 'crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

CM. 

I  O*        Music — Book  of  Worship,  225. 

\ 

SAVIOUR,  source  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Did'st  redeem  me  with  thy  blood. 

4  By  thy  hand  restored,  defended, 

Safe  through  life,  thus  far,  I'm.  come; 
And,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 


72  PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 

Hallelujah  !  sing  with  me ; 
Hail  our  greatest  jubilee  ! 
Sing,  in  purest,  sweetest  lays, 
On  this  hoiy  day  of  days." — Cho. 

I  0»      Music — Hymnal,   154.      Jj,   J\lL, 

JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee? 
Ashamed  of  thee  whom  Angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  1 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend* 
No,  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
JSTo  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

4  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ; 
And  oh  may  this  my  glory  be. 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

I  6»      ^wsw — Hymnal,  163.      Jj,  JML, 

JESUS,  thou  joy  of  loving  hearts  ! 
Thou  fount  of  life  !  thou  light  of  men  I 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts 
We  turn  unfilled  to  thee  again. 


THE    SON, 


73 


75 


2  We  taste  thee,  O  thou  living  hread, 

And  long  to  feast  upon  thee  still ; 
We  drink  of  thee  the  fountain  head, 
And  thirst  our  souls  from  thee  to  fill. 

3  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  thee, 

Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast  ; 
Glad,  when  thy  gracious  smile  we  see. 
Blest,  when  our  faith  can  hold  thee  fast. 

4  O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay, 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright ; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away, 
•Shed  o'er  the  world  thy  holy  light. 


YT.      Music— Hymnal,  272. 


CM. 


JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  mine  ear  ; 
Pain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  joy,  my  hope,  my  trust ; 
Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 

In  thee  most  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear. 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 


4  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  thy  love; 
Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 

Our  gratitude  approve; 
Our  hearts,  our  all  to  thee  we  give, — 
The  gift,  though  small,  thou  wilt  receive. 


79. 


Music — Hymnal,  351. 


H.M. 


COME,  my  Kedeemer,  come. 
And  deign  to  dwell  with  me  ; 
Come,  and  thy  right  assume, 
And  bid  thy  rivals  flee: 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

2  Rule  thou  in  every  thought 

And  passion  of  my  soul, 
Till  all  my  pow'rs  are  brought 

Beneath  thy  full  control : 
Come,  ray  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

3  Then  shall  my  days  be  thine, 

And  all  my  heart  be  love, 
And  joy  and  peace  be  m.ne. 

Such  as  are  known  above: 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 


74 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


76 


4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 
And  sheds  its  fragrance  there, 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

6  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 
With  my  last  lab 'ring  breath  ; 
Then  speechless  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


78. 


Music- 


-Hymnal,  350.     H,  JVJ^ 


COME,  every  pious  heart. 
That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
..Your  noblest  pow'rs  exert 
To  celebrate  his  fame  ; 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  He  left  his  starry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside, 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  ; 
What  he  endured,  oh  who  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell. 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose,        ^ 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led ; 
Up  through  the  sky  the  conqu'ror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 


80. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Music — Hymnal,  431. 


8,7's. 


SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend, — 
Jjife  and  health,  and  peace  possessing. 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Here  I'll  sit  for  evei:  viewing 

Mercy  stream  in  streams  of  blood  ; 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

3  Truly  blessed  is  this  station. 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie, — 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Floating  in  his  languid  eye. 

4  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  cross  I  gaze  ; 
Love  I  much  ?  I'm  much  forgiven, — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

5  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I  bathe  ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding. 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 


81. 


Music — Hymnal,  288. 


CM. 


JESUS,  my  Saviour,  bind  me  fast 
In  cords  of  heav'nly  love  ; 
Then  sweetly  draw  me  to  thy  breast, 
Nor  let  me  thence  remove. 


rr 


THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 


79 


2  Draw  me  from  all  created  good ; 

From  self,  the  world  and  sin, 
To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
And  make  me  pure  within. 

3  Oh  lead  me  to  thy  mercy-seat, 

Attract  me  nearer  still  ; 
Draw  me,  like  Mary,  to  thy  feet. 
To  sit  and  learn  thy  will. 

4  Oh  draw  me  by  thy  providence, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word. 
From  all  the  things  of  time  and  sense, 
To  thee,  my  gracious  Lord. 


82. 


3Iusic — Hymnal^  158. 


L.M. 


WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross. 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast. 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  j 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 


3  When  stdmy  passions  rise  within  thee. 

Think,  think  of  Jesus, 
"When  earthly  pleasure  lures  to  win  thee, 

Think,  think  of  Jesus, 
Though  the  cup  of  anguish  draining, 
Cease  thy  wearied  soul's  complaining, 
See  the  Lamb  in  glory  reigning. 

Think,  think  of  Jesus. 


THE  HOLY  SriRIT, 

84.  Music— Hymnal,  238.     CM. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate, 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 


78 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


80 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  ; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


83, 
D 


Ilusic — New   Golden  Shower,   11. 


OTH  sorrow's  shadow  hover  o'er  thee, 

Think,  think  of  Jesus, 
Is  toil,  and  care,  and  pain  before  thee, 

Think,  think  of  Jesus, 
Think  of  him  on  earth  descending 
'Neath  thy  sins  and  sorrows  bending, 
With  thy  griefs  his  bosom  rending, 

Think,  think  of  Jesus. 


2  If  morning's  light  to  joy  awaken, 

Think,  think  of  Jesus, 
Should  evening  find  thee  lone,  forsaken, 

Think,  think  of  Jesus, 
Should  Time's  hand  of  friends  bereave  thee, 
And  thy  brightest  hopes  deceive  thee, 
Think  of  one  who  will  not  leave  thee, 

Think,  think  of  Jesus. 


5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove. 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers. 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

0&«         Music — Hymnal,  380.  /  , 

GEACIOUS  Spirit,  love  divine. 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine  ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  full  of  heav'n  and  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pard'ning  grace  to  me 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free  ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast. 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 


86. 


Music — S.  S.  Banner,  13. 


KM. 


GOD  calling  yet  I  shall  I  not  hear  ? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear  ? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly. 
And  still  my  soul  in  slumbers  lie  ? 


THE    HOLY   SPIRIT.  81 

2  God  calling  ^-et !  shall  I  not  rise  ? 
Can  I  his  loving  voice  despise, 
And  basely  his  kind  care  repay? 
He  calls  me  still :  can  I  delay  ? 

3  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  he  knock 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock? 
He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 

And  shall  I  dare'his  Spirit  grieve  ? 

4  God  calling  j^et !  and  shall  I  give 
No  heed  but  stiil  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  he  does  not  forsake, 

He  calls  me  still :  my  heart,  awake  I 

5  God  calling  yet !— I  can  not  stav, 
My  heart  I  yield  witliout  delay',- 
Vain  world,  farewell  I  from  thee  I  part, 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart. 


87. 


Music— Ilyvmal,  332.      S*    JM!, 


COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
_  Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 
And  open  thou  our  eyes. 

2  Eevive  our  drooping  faith. 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove. 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 


THE     SCRIPTURES.  S3 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  pow'r  divine 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  witb,  joy  divine 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine; 
Cast  down  every  idol  throne, 
Eeign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 

THE  SCRirTURES, 

yO.     Music— Hymnal,  589.      C.  3M 

FATHEE  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 
"What  endless  glory  shines  I 
Eorever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  the  Eedeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Oh,  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight, 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 


82 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


84. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


3  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  on  every  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

4  Dwell,  therefore,  in  our  hearts, 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 
The  Father,  Son  and  thee. 


88. 


Music — Hymnal  y  188. 


L.M. 


COME,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind, 
And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God  ; 
Eemove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 

A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 
Oh  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame. 
Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart. 

And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see ; 
Oh  soothe  and  cheer  my  burdened  heart, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  thee. 


89 
H 


Music — Hymnal,  367. 

OLY  Ghost,  with  light  divine 

Shine  npon  this  heart  of  mine 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 


7s. 


4  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  forever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 


91. 
0 


3Iu 


S.M. 

-New   Golden  Shower,  98. 


92 
H 


LOED,  thy  perfect  word 

Directs  our  steps  aright, 
Nor  can  all  other  books  afi'ord 
Such  profit  and  delight. 

2  Celestial  beams  it  sheds 

To  cheer  this  vale  below: 
To  distant  lands  its  glory  spreads, 
And  streams  of  mercy  flow. 

3  True  wisdom  it  imparts, 

Commands  onr  hope  and  fear; 
Oh,  may  we  hide  it  in  our  hearts, 
And  feel  its  influence  there. 

CM. 

Music — Golden  Censer,  86. 


OW  happy  is  the  youth  who  hears 
Instruction's  warning  voice. 

And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 

2  For  she  has  treasure  greater  far 
Than  East  or  West  unfold  ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  all  their  stores  of  gold. 


THE     BCRfPTURES. 


85 


THE    CHURCH. 


87 


8  She  guides  the  young  with  innocence 
In  pleasure's  path  to  tread; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary*  head. 

4  According  as  her  labors  rise, 
So  her  rewards  increase ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 


9a 


78. 
Music — Happy    Voices,  57. 


H 


OLY  Bible,  book  divine, 

Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  I 
Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came, 
Mine  to  teach  me  what  I  am ; 
Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove, 
Mine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love; 
Mine  thou  art  to  guide  my  feet; 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 

2  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless ; 
Mine  to  show,  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death ; 
Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom: 
Oh,  thou  precious  book  divine. 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  I 


3  The  Bible  !  the  Bible  !  we  hail  it  with  joy. 
Its  truths  and  its  glories  our  tongues  shall 

employ  ; 
We'll  sing  of  its  triumphs,  we'll  tell  of  its- 

worth, 
And  send  its  glad  tidings  afar  o'er  the 

earth. 

4  The  Bible  I  the  Bible  !   the  valleys  shall 
rmg, 

And  hill-tops  re-echo  the  notes  that  we 
sing  ; 

Our  banners  inscribed  with  its  nrecepts  and 
rules  ^ 

Shall  long  wave  in  triumph,  the  joy  of  our 
Schools. 


THE  CHUnCH. 

yO,      Music—Hymnal,  313.      S^  J^f 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love,— 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds. 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares.  ' 


86  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

y4.  Musk— Hymnal,  725.  7'S. 

FATHER,  bless  thy  word  to  all, 
Quick  and  powerful  let  it  prove ; 
Oh,  may  sinners  hear  thy  call. 
Let  thy  people  grow  in  love. 

2  Thine  own  gracious  message  bless, 
Eollow  it  with  power  divine; 
Give  the  gospel  great  success, 
Thine  the  work,  the  glory  thine. 
8  Father,  bid  the  world  rejoice. 

Send,  oh  send  thy  truth  abroad; 
Let  the  nations  hear  thy  voice. 
Hear  it  and  return  to  God.   '     -.  ^ 

yO«         Music— Children's  Praise,   121. 

THE  Bible !  the  Bible  I  more  precious  than 
gold 
The  hopes  and  the  glories  its  pages  unfold ; 
It  speaks  of  a  Saviour  and  tells  of  his  love  • 
It  shows  us  the  way  to  the  mansions  above' 
It  shows  us  the  way  to  the  mansions  above. 
2  The  Bible!   the  Bible  I    blest   volume  of 

truth, 
How  sweetly  it  smiles  on  the  season  of 

youth  I 
It  bids  us  seek  early  the  pearl  of  great  price. 
Ere  th'  heart  is  emlaved  in  the  bondage 

of  vice. 
Ere  th'  heart  is  enslaved  in  the  bondage 

of  vice. 


88 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear. 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  The  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way. 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

5  From  sorrow,  toil  and  pain. 

And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 


97. 


Music — Hymnal,  37. 


S.M. 


COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below: 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

3  The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets. 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 


THE   CHURCH. 


89 


4  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  inarching  through  Immanuel's  ground 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

yya       Music— Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  39. 

PASS  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour, 
^  Hear  my  humble  cry  , 
While  on  others  thou  art  smiling. 
Do  not  pass  me  by. 

2  Let  me  at  a  throne  of  mercy 

Find  a  sweet  relief ; 
Kneeling  there  in  deep  contritiouj 
Help  my  unbelief. 

3  Thou  the  spring  of  all  my  comfort, 

More  than  life  to  me, 
Whom  have  I  on  earth  beside  thee, 
Whom  in  heaven  but  thee. 

y  Qb         Music— Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  60. 

COME,  with  all  thy  sorrow, 
Weary,  wandering  soul  ; 
Come  to  him  who  loves  thee, 
He  will  make  thee  whole. 

Chorus— II :  There  is  rest  in  Jesus,  Sweet,  sweet  rest.  :f 

2  Come,  in  faith  believing. 
To  his  will  resigned  ; 


THE    CHURCH.  91 

100 •  Music— Hymnal,  107.   C.  JVL. 

DEAK  Shepherd  of  thy  poople,  here 
Thy  ])resence  now  display  ; 
As  thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer, 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  l(»ve  aiid  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humbled  mind  bestow, 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

4  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers, 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

lOX*     Music — Hymnal,  115.     0«   JVL* 

I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Kedeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  O  God  I 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye. 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 


90  PRECIOUS     HYMNS. 

Ask,  and  he  will  give  thee  ; 
Seek  and  thou  shalt  find. 

3  See  the  door  of  Mercy, 

Wouldst  thou  enter  there? 
Knock,  and  he  will  open  ; 
Lo  I  the  key  is  prayer. 


92 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


99. 


Music — Hymnal;  11.        I  I,    IVI  , 


JESUS  shall  reiacn  where'er  the  sun 
Does  its  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song, 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  joyful  prisoner  bursts  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest. 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

6  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  agnin, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  An:.cri. 


3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

Eor  her  my  prayers  ascend, 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 


INVITATION, 


102. 


Hymnal,  627. 


8,7,4's, 


COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you. 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power : 

He  is  able. 
He  is  willing  ;  doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho  !  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 
Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 


INVITATION. 


93 


INVITATION. 


95 


All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall  ; 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  may  never  come  at  all. 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 


103. 


Music — Hymnal^  227. 


CM. 


IHEAKD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
Come  unto  me  and  rest, — - 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  my  breast : 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad  : 

I  found  in  him  a  resting-place. 

And  he  has  made  me  glad. 

2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

I  am  this  dark  world's  light, — 
Look  unto  me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright : 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk, 

Till  travelling  days  are  done. 


Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 

Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. — Ref. 

Grace  taught  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet. 

While  pressing  on  to  God. — Ref. 


3fusic — Fresh  Laurels,  50. 


106. 

JESUS  the  water  of  life  will  give, 
Freely,  freely,  freely  : 
Jesus  the  water  of  life  will  give 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him. 
Come  to  that  fountain,  0  drink  and  live, 

Freely,  freely,  freely  : 
Come  to  that  fountain,  O  drink  and  live, 
Flowing  for  those  that  love  him. 

Chorus. 
The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say  come. 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
And  he  that  is  thirsty  let  him  come, 

And  drink  of  the  water  of  life. 
The  fountain  of  life  is  flowing, 
Flowing,  freely  flowing. 
The  fountain  of  life  is  flowing. 
Is  flowing  for  you  and  for  me. 


94 


104, 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Music — Hymnal.,  92. 


96 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


CM, 


"pEMEMBER  thy  Creator   low, 
XVi     In  these  thy  youthful  days  ; 
He  will  accept  thine  earliest  vow  ; 
He  loves  thine  earliest  praise. 

2  Remember  thy  Creator  now  ; 

Seek  him  while  he  is  near — 
For  evil  days  will  come,  when  thou 
Shalt  find  no  comfort  here. 

3  Remember  thy  Creator  now. 

His  willing  servant  be  ; 
Then  when  thy  head  in  death  shall  bow, 
He  will  remember  thee. 

4  Almighty  God  I  our  hearts  incline 

Thy  heavenly  voice  to  hear  ; 
Let  all  our  future  days  be  thine. 
Devoted  to  thy  fear. 


105. 


Music,  Book  of  Worship^  p.  239. 
Tune,  G.  H.  &=  S.  Songs  No.  i,  page^o, 

Grace !  'tis  a  charming  sound. 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ;  "^ 

Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

Ref. — Saved  by  grace  alone, 
This  is  all  my  plea  ; 
Jesus  died  for  all  mankind, 
And  Jesus  died  for  me. 


2  Jesus  has  promised  a  home  in  heaven, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  a  homo  in  heaven. 

Freely  to  those  who  love  him  ; 
Treasures  unfading  will  there  be  given, 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
Treasures  unfading  will  there  be  given, 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him.     Cho. 

3  Jesus  has  promised  a  robe  of  white. 

Freely,  freely,  freely; 
Jesus  has  promised  a  robe  of  white. 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him; 
Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light, 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him.     Cho„ 

4  Jesus  has  promised  eternal  day. 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  eternal  day, 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him  ; 
Pleasure  that  never  shall  pass  away. 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
Pleasure  that  never  shall  pass  away. 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him.     Cho, 

5  Jesus  has  promised  a  calm  repose. 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  a  calm  repose. 

Freely  to  all  that  love  him  ; 
Come  to  the  water  of  life  that  flows,. 

Freely,  freely,  freely. 
Come  to  the  water  of  life  that  flows^ 
Freely  to  all  that  love  him. 


INVITATION. 


97 


U9 


107. 


T 


6,48. 

Mime — Happy  Voices,  78. 
0-DAY  the  Saviour  calls: 
Ye  wand'rers  come: 


Oh,  ye  benighted  souls, 
"Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  : 

Tor  refuge  fly ; 
The  storm  of  vengeance  falls, 
Kuin  is  nigh. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls, 

Oh,  listen  now: 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow,, 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day  ; 

Yield  to  his  power; 
Oh,  grieve  him  not  away, 
'Tis  mercy's  hour. 


108, 


Music— Calvary  So7tgs,page  IIQ. 
Brightly  gleams  our  banner, 

Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  wanderers  onward 

To  their  home  on  high  : 
Journeying  o'er  the  desert, 

Gladly  thus  we  pray, 
And  with  hearts  united 

Take  our  heavenward  way. 


109, 


Music — Calvary  Songs,  page  jo. 

The  whole  world  was  lost  in  the  darkness  of 
sin  ; 

The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 
Like  sunshine  at  noon-day  his  glory  shone  in. 

The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 

Cho. — Come  to  the    Light,  'tis  shining  for 
thee  ; 
Sweetly  the  Light  has  dawned  upon 

me  ; 
Once  I  was  blind,  but  now  I  can  see  : 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 

No  darkness  have  we  who  in  Jesus  abide. 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 

We  walk  in  the  Light  when   we  follow  our 
Guide, 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus, — Cho. 

No  need  of  the  sunlight  in  heaven,  we're  told, 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 

The  Lamb  is  the  Light  in  the  City  of  Cold, 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. — Cho. 


9H 


PEiM-iOUS    HYMKr 


Cho. 


-Brightly  gleams  our  banner. 
Pointing  to  the  sky. 

Waving  wanderers  onward 
To  their  homes  on  high. 

Jesus,  Lord  and  Master, 

At  thy  sacred  feet, 
Here  with  hearts  rejoicing 

See  Thy  children  meet ; 
Often  have  we  left  Thee, 

Often  gone  astray. 
Keep  us,  mighty  Saviour, 

In  the  narrow  way. — Cho. 

All  our  days  direct  us 

In  the  way  we  go, 
Lead  us  on  victorious 

Over  every  foe  ; 
Bid  Thine  angels  shield  us 

When  the  storm-clouds  lower. 
Pardon  Thou  and  save  us 

In  the  last  dread  hour. — Cho. 

Then  with  saints  and  angels 

May  we  join  above, 
Offering  endless  praises 

At  Thy  throne  of  love  ; 
When  the  toil  is  over, 

Then  comes  rest  and  peace, 
Jesus,  in  His  beauty  ;  — 

Songs  that  never  cease. — Cho. 


100 

110 


PRECIOUS    HYMXS. 

C.  M. 

Music — Golden  Shower,  51. 

THE  Saviour  calls  ;  let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heavenly  sound; 
Ye  doubti*g  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow. 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bli.ss  impart. 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice; 

The  gracious  call  obey; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys,— 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  that  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 


Ill, 


Music — Book  of  Worship,  540. 

COME  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 
Come  to  Jesus,  just  now; 
Just  now  come  to  Jesus, 

Come  to  Jesus,  just  now.  [Matt.  11 :  28. 

2  He  will  save  3-ou,  just  m,\w.   [Acts  1<: :  81. 

3  Hg  i.s  able,  just  now.     [Hcb.  7:  2.".] 

4  He  is  willing,  just  now.     [2  Pet.  8.-   it.] 


INVITATION. 


101 


INYITATION. 


5  He'll  receive  you,  just  now.   [John  6:  37.] 

6  He'll  forgive  you,  just  now.   [IJohn  1 :  9.] 

7  He'll  renew  you,  just  now.   [2  Cor.  5:  17.] 

8  Don't  reject  him,  just  now.     [Isa.  53  .-  3.] 

9  Only  trust  him,  just  now.     [John  5:   12.] 

10  Hallelujah,  Amon  !     [Rev.  19:  4.] 


lOS 


112. 


Union  P.  31.  Hymns.  72. 


7s. 


HASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise. 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won.  ^ 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore. 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er. 
Ere  this  evening's  course  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest, ' 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sen, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 


102 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


L.M. 


1X3.  Hymnal,  623. 

COME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 
Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  ; 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me ; 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck. 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light. 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand. 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


114. 


31usic — Casket,  9. 


8,78. 


HARK  I  I  hear  the  Saviour  calling  : 
"Little  children,  come  to  me; 
I  will  bless  you,  save  you,  keep  you, 
I  from  sin  will  set  you  free." 

Chorus. 
He  calls  again :  0,  let  us,  then, 

With  one  united  cry, 
The  call  obey,  and  humbly  say — 
"Dear  Jesus,  here  am  I." 


2  Come,"  says  Jesus,  "  in  the  morning 
Of  your  bright  and  tender  youth- 

I  will  be  3-our  guide  and  helper,       ' 
I'm  the  Way,  the  Life,  the  Truth."  Cho. 

3  "Come  without  a  moment's  waiting, 

In  your  want  and  weakness  come ; 
I  will  take  you,  I  will  love  you, 

I  will  bring  you  to  my  home."     Ciio. 

4  "  Come,  for  'twas  to  seek  and  save  you 

I  to  earth  from  Heaven  came  down  ;' 
Come,  that  I  may  have  and  hold  you 
In  my  everlasting  crown."     Cho. 

5  "  Come,  there's  nothing  now  to  hinder 

Little  child,  whoe'er  thou  art;  ' 

I  for  thee  myself  have  given; 

Give  me  back  thyself— thy  heart.    Cho. 


115. 


C\^  think  of  a  home  over  there, 
^^     ^l  ^^^  ^^^^  ^^  *'^e  river  of  light, 
Where  the  saints  all  immortal  and  fair 
Are  robed  in  their  garments  of  white. 
Chorus  ||:  Over  there,  over  there,  overthere.'H 
II :  Oh  thnik  of  a  home  over  there.  :|| 

O^,  think  of  the  friends  over  there. 
Who  before  us  the  journey  have  trod, 

Ut  the  songs  that  they  breathe  on  the  air 
In  their  home  in  the  palace  of  God.        ' 
Over  there,  over  there, 

Oh.  think  of  the  friends  over  there. 


104 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


My  Saviour  is  now  over  there, 
There  ray  kindred  and  friends  are  at  rest 

Then  away  from  my  sorrow  and  care, 
Let  me  fly  to  the  land  of  the  blest. 
Over  there,  over  there, 

My  Saviour  is  now  over  there. 

I'll  soon  be  at  home  over  there, 
For  the  end  of  my  journey  I  see. 

Many  dear  to  my  heart,  over  there, 
Are  waiting  and  watching  for  me. 
Over  there,  over  there, 

I'll  soon  be  at  home  over  there. 


SELF-DEDICATION. 

JLJ.0«  Music — Hymnal,  426.    Q^  |  ^ 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken. 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 
Let  the  world  neglect  and  leave  me. 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too; 

Human  hopes  have  oft  deceived  me, 

Thou  art  faithful,  thou  art  true. 

2  And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
God  of  wisdom,  love  and  luight, 


I 


SELF-DEDICATIOK. 


105 


SELF-DEDICATION. 


107 


Foes  may  hate  and  friends  maysc:orn  me, 
Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

I  may  call  thee  Abba,  Father, 
I  have  set  my  heart  on  thco  ; 

Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather 
All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

8  Let  me  know  my  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  slation 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
I  would  haste  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  pray 'r  ; 
Heav'n's  eternal  day  before  me, 

Thine  own  hand  to  guide  me  there. 

t  Oh,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

"While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 
Soon  shall  close  this  earthly  mission. 

Soon  shall  pass  these  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  Iruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  pray'r  to  praise. 

11-7  ^-^^ 

J^JL  I  «         Music — Ilymnal^  344. 

MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard. 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise. 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  haid 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 


4.  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured  if  I  rny  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 

119. 

Music — Calvary  Songs,  page  27. 

Hark  !  hark  !  my  soul ;  angelic  songs  are 
swelling 

O'er  earth's  green  fields  and  ocean's  wave- 
beat  shore  ; 

How  sweet  the  truth  those  blessed  strains 
are  telling, 

Of  that  new  life  when  sin  shall  be  no  more  1 

Cho. — Angels  of  Jesus  !  Angels  of  light ! 

Singing  to  welcome  the  pilgrims  of 
the  night. 

Onward  we  go,  for  still  we  hear  them  sing- 
ing, 

"  Come,  weary  souls,  for  Jesus  bids  you 
come ; " 

And  thro'  the  dark,  its  echoes  sweetly  ring- 
ing, 

The  music  of  the  gospel  leads  us  home. 

—Cho. 


106 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


108 


PEECIOUS  HTMNS. 


2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down; 
Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  hast  got  the  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God; 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 
■  Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


118. 


Music- 


.     S.M. 

-Fresh  Laurels.  43. 


A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never  dying  soul  to  save. 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil,— 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  oh,  thy  servant.  Lord,  prepare? 
A  strict  account  to  give. 


Far,  far  away,  like  bells  at  evening  pealing, 

The  voice  of  Jesus  sounds  o'er  land  and  sea  ; 

And  laden  souls  by  thousands  meekly  steal- 
ing, 

Kind  Shepherd,  turn  their  weary  steps  to 
Thee. — Cho. 

Angels,  sing  on  !  your  faithful  watches  keep- 
ing, 

Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the  songs  above, 

Till  morning's  joy  shall  end  the  night  of 
weeping. 

And  life's  long  shadows  break  in  cloudless 
love. — Cho. 


120. 


Music— G.  H. 


S.  Songs,  No.  2,  page  y8. 


When  peace,  like  a  river,  attendeth  my  way, 
When  sorrows,  like  sea  billows  roll  ; 

Whatever  my  lot.  Thou  hast  taught  me  to  say 
It  is  well,  it  is  well  with  my  soul. 

Cho.   It  is  well  with  my  soul, 

It  is  well,  it  is  well  with  my  soul. 


SELF-DEDICATION. 


109 


SKI.F-DKDK'ATION. 


Ill 


Though  Satan  should  buffet,  though  trials 
should  come, 
Let  this  blest  assurance  control. 
That  Christ  hath  regarded  my  helpless  estate, 
And  hath  shed  His  own  blood  for  my  soul. 

— Cho. 

My  sin — oh,  the  bliss  of  this  glorious  thought — 
My  sin — not  in  part  but  the  whole, 

Is  nailed  to  His  cross,  and  I  bear  it  no  more, 
Praise  the  Lord,  praise  the  Lord,  O  my 
soul. — Cho. 

And,  Lord,  haste  the  day  when  the  faith  shall 
be  sight, 
The  clouds  be  rolled  back  as  a  scroll, 
The  trump  shall  resound,  and  the  Lord  shall 
descend, 
"  Even  so" — it  is  well  with  my  soul. — Cho. 

X21.  }fusk—lL/mnal,  356. 

Jlepeat  the  sixtli  line 

^EAKEK,  my  God,  to  thee, 

iS       Xoarer  to  thee  ! 
E'on  though  it  he  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
J^earer.  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 


122,  M>'!^u'-Book-  of  Worship,  8.  TB,iVr. 

WHAT  sinners  value  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  'tisenough  that tliou  art  mine; 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life  's  a  dream — an  empty  show  j 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there? 

8  O  glorious  hour  ! — O  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground. 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  : 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  s  weet  surprise 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 


123. 
O 


Book  of  Worship,  353. 
FOE  a  closer  walk  with  God ! 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  I 


CM. 


2  Keturn,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  re^t ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 


110 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


112 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


2  Though  a  lone  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me. 

Pillowed  on  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  up  to  heav'n, — 
All  that  thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  giv'n, — 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,   to  thee. 

Nearer  to  thee. 

4  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughtfl 

Bright  with  thy  praise. 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 

Nearer  to  thee. 

5  Or  if,  on  joyful  wing. 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly. 
Still  all  my  songs  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 


3  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be. 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

4  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


124 
M 


Music — Golden  Censer,  81. 
Y  father,  I  would  be  thy  child, 


I  know  I'm  sinful,  wayward,  wild; 
To  thee  I  would  be  reconciled, 
Oh  !  make  me,  oh  1  make  me  thine. 

2  With  patience  I  the  race  have  run. 
Not  looking  back  when  once  begun, 
And  seek  salvation  through  thy  Son, 
And  make  me,  oh  !  make  me  thine. 

8  The  narrow  way  I  fain  would  tread, 
A.nd  by  thy  gentle  hand  be  led. 
With  heavenly  manna  daily  fed, 
Oh  I  make  me,  oh  !  make  me  thine. 

4  Make  me  to  love  thee  more  and  more, 
Thy  holy  spirit  on  me  pour  ; 
Grant  me  of  grace  a  plenteous  store, 
Oh  !  make  me,  oh  I  make  me  thine. 


FAITH,  113 

125.      Ma,k.-][,nnnaL,    814.      S.M!. 

OUK  times  are    in  thy  hand, 
O  God,  we  wish  them  there  ; 
Our  life,  our  friends,  our  souls  we  leave 
Entirely  to  thy  care. 

2  Our  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Whatever  they  may  be, 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 
As  best  may  seem  to  thee. 

3  Our  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 
A  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 

4  Our  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Jesus,  the  crucified  ; 
The  hand  our  many  sins  have  pierced 
Is  now  our  guard  and  guide. 


126. 


Music — Royal  Diadem, page  IJ4, 


There's  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus 
For  all  who  are  weary  of  sin  • 

There's  pardon  and  peace  for  the  errincr 
r  or  those  who  as  conquerors  win. 


faith!  115 

CllOKlS. 

My  rock  is  firm,  it  is  my  sure  foundation, 
'Tis  Jesus  Christ,  my  loving  Saviour, 
Jesus  Christ,  my  loving  Saviour, 
II  The  rock  of  my  salvation.  || 

2  For  he  whose  word  is  lasting  as  the  hills, 

Whose  truth  is  unchanging  ever, 
Hath  said  my  house   on  the  solid  rock 

shall  stand, 
He'll  hold  it  by  his  might  in   the  hollow 
of  his  hand, 
And  it  never  will  fall,  never  will  fall, 
never,  never,  never. — Cho. 

3  O,  if  my  house  is  built  upon  the  sand, 

'Twill  fall  when  the  floods  are  swelling  ; 
The  winds  will  blow,  and  the  tempest  will 

descend, 
And  beat  upon  my  house  that  is  built  up- 
on the  sand, 
And  it  surely  will  fall — never  to  rise, 
never,  never,  never. — Cho. 

4  Then  let  my  house  be  built  upon  a  rock, 

For  there  will  it  stand  forever  ; 
The  floods  may  come,    and   the  rolling 

thunder's  shock 
May  beat  upon  my  house  that  is  founded 
on  a  rock, 
But  it  never  will  fall,  never  will  fall, 
never,  never,  never  ! — Cho. 


114 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Chorus. 
Rest,  rest,  rest, 

Yes  !  rest  for  the  weary  and  sad; 
There's  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus ; 

He  makes  all  the  sorrowing  glad. 

There's  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus  ; 

And  joy  that  the  world  cannot  give  ; 
Oh,  bring  all  your  sorrows  unto  Him  ! 

Oh,  trust  in  His  mercy  and  live  ! — Cho. 

There's  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus, 
When  life's  day  of  trial  is  past ; 

Oh,  let  us  be  faithful  and  serve  Him, 
That  we  may  be  v/orthy  at  last  ! — Cho. 

There's  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus  ; 

Yes,  life  everlasting  and  blest; 
We'll  fear  not  the  grave,  for  our  Saviour 

Will  lead  us  to  heavenly  rest. — Cho. 


127. 
0 


Music — Golden  Censer.  72. 


H,  if  my  house  is  built  upon  a  rock, 
I  know  it  will  stand  forever ; 
The  floods  may  come,  and  the  rolling 

thunder's  shock 
May  beat  upon  my  house  that  is  founded 
on  a  rock, 
But  it  never  will  fall,  never  will  fall, 
never,  never,  never. 


lis  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

-lOQ  ^-^* 

X.^jiQ^        Music — Golden  Censer^  105< 

HE  leadeth  me  !  oh,  blessed  thought, 
O,  words  with  heav'nly  com  fort  fraught; 
Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  be. 
Still  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me  1 

He  leadeth  me  !  He  leadeth  me  ! 
By  his  own  hand  he  leadeth  me ; 
His  faithful  follower  I  would  be, 
For  by  his  hand  he  leadeth  me. 


2  Sometimes  'mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes  where  Eden's  bowers  bloom, 
By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea — 

Still  'tis  his  hand  that  leadeth  me  I 
He  leadeth  me,  &c. 

3  Lord,  I  would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine — 
Content,  whatever  lot  I  see, 

Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me. 
He  leadeth  me,  &c. 

4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
When,  by  thy  grace,  the  victory's  won, 
E'en  death's  cold  wave  I  will  not  flee, 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me. 

He  leadeth  me,  &c. 


FAITH.  117 

129. 

Musk —  Calvary  Songs,  page  jo. 

Come,  oh,  come  with  thy  broken  heart, 

Weary  and  worn  with  care; 
Come  and  kneel  at  the  open  door, 

Jesus  is  waiting  there  : 
Waiting  to  heal  thy  wounded  soul. 

Waiting  to  give  thee  rest ; 
Why  wilt  thou  walk  where  shadows  fall  ? 

Come  to  His  loving  breast. 

Cho. — Come, oh,  come  with  thy  broken  heart. 
Weary  and  worn  with  care  ; 
Come  and  kneel  at  the  open  door, 
Jesus  is  waiting  there. 

Firmly  cling  to  the  blessed  cross. 

There  shall  thy  refuge  be  ; 
Wash  thee  now  in  the  crimson  fount, 

Flowing  so  pure  for  thee; 
List  to  the  gentle,  warning  voice, 

List  to  the  earnest  call, . 
Leave  at  the  cross  thy  burden  now, 

Jesus  will  bear  it  all. — Cho. 

Come  and  taste  of  the  precious  feast, 

Feast  of  eternal  love  ; 
Think  of  joys  that  forever  bloom, 

Bright  in  the  life  above  : 


FAITH.  iiQ 

XoX«     Music — New  Golden  Shower,  75. 

WHEN  clouds  hang  darkly  o'er  my  way 
And  earthly  comfort  dies, 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 

My  every  hope  relies. 
I  hear  thy  Spirit's  gentle  voice, 

Thy  cross  by  faith  I  see, — 
Thy  precious  blood,  oh,  dying  Lamb, 
Kedeems  and  makes  me  what  I  am, 
For  thou  hast  died  for  me. 

2  My  soul,  confiding  in  thy  word, 

Can  rest  securely  there, 
And  feel  at  peace  in  every  storm, 

Beneath  thy  watchful  care  ; 
A  sinner  lost,  but  saved  by  grace 

Be  this  my  only  plea  : 
Thy  precious  blood,  oh  dying  Lamb, 
Eedeems  and  makes  me  what  I  am. 

For  thou  hast  died  for  me. 

3  O  when  I  leave  this  mortal  scene, 

And  rise  to  worlds  of  light ; 
Then  shall  I  see  thee  as  thou  art 

Arrayed  in  glory  bright : 
There  by  the  living  stream  divine, 

My  raptured  song  shall  be  ; 
Thy  precious  blood,  O  dying  Lamb, 
Eedeems  and  makes  me  what  I  am, 

For  thou  hast  died  for  me. 


118 


PEECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Come  with  a  trusting  heart  to  God, 
Come  and  be  saved  by  grace ; 

Come,  for  He  loves  to  clasp  thee  now, 
Close  in  His  dear  embrace. — Cho. 

XoU«     Music — New  Golden  Shower,  93. 

PEECIOUS  Saviour,  I  have  found  thee, 
Now  I  feel  thy  power  divine  ; 
In  my  raptured  soul  reflected 
I  can  see  thy  glory  shine. 

Chorus. 
What  a  change  from  grief  to  gladness, 

Lost  in  wonder  I  adore  ; 
Precious  Saviour,  I  have  found  thee. 

Thou  art  mine,  I  ask  no  more. 

2  Earthly  pleasures  fading  round  me, 
Like  the  autumn  leaf  may  fall ; 
Jesus,  thou  wilt  give  me  comfort, 
Thou  art  dearer  far  than  all. — Ciio. 

8  I  will  praise  thee,  I  will  bless  thee, 
This  my  happy  song  shall  be  ; 
"When  I  reach  the  port  of  glory, 
Jesus,  thou  hast  died  for  me. 

Chorus. 
Saved  by  grace,  thy  child  forever. 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise  : 
Precious  Saviour  I  have  found  thee, 

Thou  art  mine,  I  ask  no  more. 


120  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


RErENTANCE. 
XOmo     Music — Hymnal,  262. 


CM. 


H 


OW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ; 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word. 

2  Yet  sov'reign  mercy  calls,  "  Eeturn;' 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn, 
Oh  take  the  wand'rer  home. 

3  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine, 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

4  Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
Oh  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


133. 


L.M. 


Music — Hymnal,  407. 


JUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  m©. 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


REPENTANCE. 


121 


2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  ono  dark  blot, 

To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind, — 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

6  Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive, 

"Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  ; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


134. 


Music— S.  S.  Banner,  104. 


S.M. 


I  WAS  a  wand'ring  sheep, 
I  did  not  love  the  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controli'd  ; 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 
The  Father  sought  his  child  ; 


REPENTANCE. 

I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 
My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 

He  i'rom  them  all  releases, 
He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 

3  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild; 
T  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child  : 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus 

Amid  the  heav'nly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

And  learn  the  angels'  song. 


123 


136. 


Music- 


■Musical  Leaves,  58.     g     S, 


DEPTH  of  mercy,  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  w^rath  forbear. 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare  ? 
Cho. — God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel, 

Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  still ; 

Jesus  weeps. 
He  weeps  and  loves  me  still. 

2  I  have  lohg  .withstood  his  grace  ; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls ; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 
God  is  love,  &c. 


122 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


124 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill. 
O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild  ; 

They  found  me  nigh  to  death. 
Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 

They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 
They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'Twas  he  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  he  that  wash'd  me  in  his  blood, 

'Twas  he  that  made  me  whole  ; 
'Twas  he  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'Twas  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold — 

'Tis  he  that  still  doth  keep. 


135. 


Music — Hymnal,  410. 


7,6's. 


I  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load  : 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  his  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus, — 
All  fulness  dwells  in  him. ; 
He  healeth  my  diseases. 
He  doth  my  soul  redeem : 


3  Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  sins  lament; 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore. 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

God  is  love,  &c. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands  ; 
Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands; 
God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel ; 

Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 
God  is  love,  &c. 

10-7  ^■^- 

XO  (  o       Music-Hymnal,  343. 

FATHEK,  a  weary  heart 
Hath  come  to  thee  for  peace  ; 
The  world  hath  not  the  healing  art 

To  bid  its  troubles  cease  ; 
It  brings  before  thy  throne 

Its  weight  of  woe  and  care  ; 
Do  thou  accept  its  pleading  tone — 
The  contrite  sinner's  prayer. 

2  Father — it  hath  rebelled. 

Hath  wandered  from  thy  path, 
Nor  heeded  when  the  thunder  swelled 

The  tempest  of  thy  wrath  ; 
But  now,  a  bruised  thing, 

Neglected,  pale,  and  bare, 
Lo,  at  thy  footstool  it  doth  bring 

The  contrite  sinner's  prayer. 


^ 


REPENTANCE. 


125 


PRATER. 


127 


Father,  it  bendf*  before 

Thy  throne  amoni;  (h-e  bless'd  ; 
Peace  to  the  wretched  heart  restore, 

Give  to  the  weary  rest : 
Through  Christ's  atonement  given, 

It  trusteth  yet  to  share 
The  glorious  heritage  of  heaven, 

By  lowly,  contrite  prayer. 


138. 


Music — Hymnal,  258. 


CM. 


COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, — 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

High  as  a  mountain  rose; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  j . 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

4  I  can  but  perisn  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
Por  if  I  stay  away,  1  know 
I  must  forever  die." 


2  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  broast ; 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt. 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

4  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Ev'ry  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

JL^ZjLm^iusic-Book  of  Praise,  219.C«]Vr« 

APPEOACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  hardened  s    lis  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  prest, 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 


12(i 


PRECIOUS    MYMNS. 


PRA  YE  It 


128 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


XoU«     Music— Hymnal,  337.     S^JVl. 

JESUS,  who  knows  full  well 
The  heart  of  every  saint. 
Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 
To  pray  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear. 

We  ju'vcr  ])load  in  vain  : 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

Why  should  wo  longer  wait? 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest, 
But  be  importunate. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord  will  hear 

His  chosen,  when  they  cry  ; 
Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

140.       Music— Hymnal,  400.       7^S. 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer ; 
He  himself  has  bid  me  pray. 
Therefore  will  not  say  me  nay. 


4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place. 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 

1  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  O  wond'rous  love,  to  bleed  and  die. 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

Xrx.^9  Music — Golden  Chain,  97. 

PRAYEK  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Uttered  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear. 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Pray^er  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air  ; 
His  watch-word  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 


129 


131 


6  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 
Keturning  from  his  ways  ; 
"While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry — "  Behold  he  prays." 

6  0  thou  by  whom  we  come  to  God — 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way— 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  \o  pray. 

1  yl  O  ^'^^- 

JL^tO*  ^iusic — Golden  Censer,  103. 

LOKD,  I  hear  of  show'rs  of  blessings. 
Thou  art  scattering  full  and  free  ; 
Showers  the  thirsty  land  refreshing  ; 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 

Chorus. 
Even  me,  even  me, 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 

2  Pass  me  not,  0  God,  my  Father, 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be  ; 
Thou  might'st  leave  me,    but  the  rather^ 
Let  thy  mercy  fall  on  me. — Cho. 

3  Pass  me  not,  0  gracious  Saviour 

Let  me  live  and  cling  to  thee  : 
Fain  I'm  longing  for  thy  favor ; 

Whilst  thou'rt  calling,  call  for  me — 
3  Cho. 


And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face. 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 

May  I  thy  consolation  share  ; 

Till,  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 

I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight : 

This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise 

To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 

And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 

Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 


145. 


Music — Hymnal,   237. 


CM, 


EAR,  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll. 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 


2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  can'st  heal  ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  oh,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 


130 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


132 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


4  Pass  me  not,  0  mighty  Spirit, 

Thou  canst  make-the  blind  to  see  : 
Witnesses  of  Jesus'  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me — Cho. 

5  Love  of  God,  so  pure  and  changeless : 

Blood  of  Christ,  so  rich  and  free  ; 
Grace  of  God,  so  rich  and  boundless, 
Magnify  it  all  in  me. — Cho. 

6  Pass  me  not,  thy  lost  one  bringing  ; 

Bind  my  heart,  O  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Whilst  the  streams  of  life  are  springing-, 
Blessing  others,  0  bless  me. — Cho. 


8s. 


144. 


Music — Golden   Chain,   10. 


SWEET    hour  of  prayer,    sweet  hour  of 
prayer, 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known  : 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief. 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's'snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 
To  him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless  : 


4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee? 
Thou  art  my  only  trust, — 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

6  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 
Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thv  feet." 


146, 


7s. 


Music — New  Golden  Shower^  113, 

GO  to  Jesus  when  thy  heart 
Droops  beneath  its  weisrht  of  care  • 
When  the  joys  of  earth  depart. 
Seek  a  purer  light  in  prayer.' 
Chorus— Jesus  will  forsake  thee  never, 

H3  is  thine,  and  thine  forever  ; 
By  the  cooling  stream  that  flows 
Thou  shalt  find  a  sweet  repose. 

2  O'er  the  hopes  in  ruin  laid, 

Does  the  t^ar  in  secret  fall  ? 
Is  thy  tremb  ing  soul  afraid  ? 
Go  to  the  Jesus — tell  him  ail. 
Cho. — Jesus  will,  &c. 

3  Go  to  Jesus,  on  his  breast 

He  will  lay  thy  aching  head; 
Calm  thy  every  pain  to  rest, 
Beams  of  mercy  o'er  thee  shed. 
Cho. — Jesus  will,  &c. 


133 


THE    SABBATH. 


135 


147. 


Mus 


S. 


6,4s. 

Banner,  81. 


OKD,  at  thy  mercy-seat, 
I       Humbly  I  fall, 
Pleuding  thy  promise  sweet, 

Lord,  hear  my  call  ; 
Now  let  thy  work  begin, 
Oh,  make  me  pure  within, 
Cleanse  me  from  every  sin, 
Jesus,  mv  all. 


2  Tears  of  repentant  grief 

Silently  fall. 
Help  thou  my  unbelief, 

Hear  thou  my  call. 
Oh,  how  I  pine  for  thee, 
'Tis  all  my  hope,  my 
Jesus  has  died  for  me, 

Jesus,  my  all. 

3  Hark !  how  the  words  of  love 

Tenderly  fall, 
Ere  to  the  realms  above. 

Heard  is  my  call. 
ISTow  every  doubt  has  flown, 
Broken  my  heart  of  stone, 
Lord,  I  am  thine  alone, 

Jesus,  my  all. 


149.     Miisic— Hymnal,   114.     S.lVt, 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise, 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast. 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


150 


3Iusic — Hymnal,    72. 


L.M. 


THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love. 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  love  and  strong  desire. 

2  In  thy  blest  kingdom  we  shall  be 
From  every  mortal  trouble  free  ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 


134 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


THE  SABBATH. 


136 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


14:8*    Music— Hymnal,  138.      f    S. 

SAFELY  through  another  week 
God  lias  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek. 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  ; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace 

Through  the  dear  Eedeemer's  name. 
Show  thy  reconciling  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame : 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this''day  in  thee. 

3  Here  we're  come  thy  name  to  praise, 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near  ; 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes. 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear ; 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound^ 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints, 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  to  all  complaints ; 
Such  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove. 
Till  we  join  the  church  above. 


3  O  long  expected  day   begin, 

Dawn  on  this  world  of  woe  and  sin  ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  and  rest  in  God 

7s. 

Music — Book  of  Praise,  320. 


151. 
E 


KE  another  Sabbaths'  close, 
Ere  again  we  seek  repose, 
Lord  !  our  song  ascends  to  thee  ; 
At  thy  feet  we  bow  the  knee 


2  For  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  way, 
Thanks  to  thee  alone  be  given. 
Lord  of  earth,  and  King  of  heaven  [ 

3  Cold  our  services  have  been, 
Mingled  every  prayer  with  sin  ; 
But  thou  can'st  and  will  forgive, 
By  thy  grace  alone  we  live. 

4  Whil'st  this  thorny  path  we  tread. 
May  thy  love  our  footsteps  lead. 
When  our  journey  here  is  past. 
May  we  rest  with  thee  at  last. 

5  Let  these  earthly  Sabbaths  prove 
Foretastes  of  our  joys  above; 
While  their  steps  thy  pilgrims  bend 
To  the  rest  which  knows  no  end. 


152. 


THE  SABBATH. 


137 


THE   8ABBATH. 


139 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  60. 

WEEPING  will  not  save  me— 
Tho'  my  face  were  bathed  in  tears, 
That  could  not  allay  my  fears, 
Could  not  wash  the  sins  of  years — 
Weeping  will  not  save  me. 

CHORUS. 

Jesus  wept  and  died  for  me,  Jesus  suffered  on  the  tree, 
Jesuj  waits  to  make  me  free — He  alone  can  save  me. 

2  Working  will  not  save  me — 
Purest  deeds  that  I  can  do, 
Holiest  thought  and  feelings  too, 
Can  not  form  my  soul  anew — 

Working  will  not  save  me. 

3  Waiting  will  not  save  me — 
Helpless,  guilty,  lost,  I  lie ; 
In  my  ear  is  mercy's  cry  ; 
If  I  wait  I  can  but  die — 

Waiting  will  not  save  me. 

4  Faith  in  Christ  will  save  me — 
Let  me  trust  thy  weeping  Son  ; 
Trust  the  work  that  he  has  done ; 
To  his  arms,  Lord,  help  me  run — ■ 

Faith  in  Christ  will  save  me. 


152. 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  p. 

JESUS,  keep  me  near  the  cross, 
There  a  precious  fountain. 
Free  to  all,  a  healing  stream, 
Flows  from  Calvary's  mountain. 


138 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


Chorus — In  the  cross,  in  the  cross, 
Be  my  glory  ever. 
Till  my  raptured  soul  shall  find 
Eest  beyond  the  river. 

2  Near  the  cross,  a  trembling  soul, 

Love  and  mercy  found  m-e  ; 
There  the  bright  and  morning  star 
Shed  its  beams  around  me. 

3  Near  the  cross  !  O  Lamb  of  God, 

Bring  its  scenes  before  me  ; 
Help  me  walk  from  day  to  day, 
With  its  shadow  o'er  me, 

4  Near  the  cross  I'll  watch  and  wait. 

Hoping,  trusting  ever, 
Till  I  reach  the  golden  strand 
Just  beyond  the  river. 


153. 


Music — Golden  Censer,  84 


CM. 


THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made ; 
He  calls  the  hours  his  own — 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  his  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 
And  Satan's  empire  fell; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 


3  Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  I 
Help  us,  O  Lord  !  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men, 

With  messages  of  grace, 
Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

6  Hosanna  m  the  highest  strains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 
The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

lo4*     Music-^Book  of  Worship,  555. 

HOW  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 
The  day  when  the  Saviour  arose  1 
'Tis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see 

And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose  ; 

He  knows  I  am  weak  and  defiled. 

My  life  is  but  empty  and  vain  ; 

But  if  he  will  make  me  his  child, 

I'll  never  forsake  him  again. 

2  This  day  he  invites  me  to  come  : 

How  kindly  he  bids  me  draw  near  I 
He  oti'ers  me  heaven  for  home, 

And  wipes  off  the  penitent  tear  : 
He  offers  to  pardon  my  sin, 

And  keep  me  from  every  snare, 
To  sprinkle  and  cleanse  me  within, 

And  show  me  his  tenderest  care. 


14:0 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


3  I  cannot,  I  must  not,  refuse  ; 

His  goodness  has   conquered  my  heart: 
The  Lord  for  my  portion  I  choose, 

And  bid  all  my  folly  depart. 
How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me. 

The  day  my  Kedeemer  arose  ! 
'Tis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see 

And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose. 

X^O*       Music— Hymnal,   47L       XX   S 

HOW  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning 
of  rest ; 
The  day  of  the  week  which  I  surely  love 

best  ; 
The  morning  my   Saviour  arose  from  the 

tomb, 
And  took  from  the  grave  all  its  terror  and 
gloom. 

2  O   let  me   be    thoughtful    and   prayerful 

to-day, 

And  not  spend  a  minute  in  trifling  or 
play  ;  ^ 

Kemembering  these  seasons  were  gracious- 
ly given 

To  teach  me  to  seek,  and  prepare  me  for 
heaven. 

3  In  the  house  of  my  God,  in  his  presence 

and  fear, 
When  I  worship   to-day,  may  it  all  be 
sincere ; 


THE  SABBATH, 


14:1 


THE  SABBATH. 


14:3 


In  the  school  when  I  learn,  may  I  do  it 

with  care, 
And  be  grateful  to  those  who  watch  over 
me  there. 

3  Instruct  me,  my  Saviour  ;   a  child  though 

I  be, 
I  am  not  too  young  to  be  noticed  by  thee  ; 
Kenew  all  my  heart,  keep  me  firm'  in  thy 

ways, 
I  would  love  thee,  and  serve   thee,  and 

give  thee  the  praise. 


156 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  p,  150. 

CHILD  of  sin  and  sorrow,   Filled  with  dis- 
may ; 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow,  Yield  thee  to-day. 
Heaven  bids  thee  come  While  yet  there's  room. 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  Hear  and  obey. 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
Come  while  thou  canst  borrow  Help  from  on 

high ; 
Grieve  not  that  love  Which  from  above, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  Would  bring  thee  nigh 

3  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  Thy  moments  glide 
Like  the  flittiug  arrow  Or  rushing  tide. 

Ere  time  is  o'er,  Heaven's  grace  implore  ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  In  Christ  confide. 


3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work,  Send  grief  and  pain, 
Sweet  are  thy  messengers.  Sweet  their  refrain 

When  they  can  sing  with  me. 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee  !  More  love  to  thee. 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath  Whisper  thy  praise; 
This  be  the  parting  cry  My  heart  shall  raise. 

This  still  its  prayer  shall  be  : 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee.  More  love  to  thee  ! 


158. 


3Iusic — Hymnal,  239. 


CM. 


WHEN"  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 
And  sighs  her  God  to  seek. 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close 
That  ends  the  weary  week  ! 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn 

That  opens  on  the  sight, 
When  first  the  soul-reviving  morn 
Beams  its  new  rays  of  light ! 

3  Swee  fc  day ;  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease ; 

Yet,  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  Holy  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er. 
That  Sabbath  dawn  which  needs  no  sun, 
That  day  which  fades  no  more  ? 


142 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


156.'^ 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  128. 


MY  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness  ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name  : 
On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

2  When  darkness  seems  to  veil  his  face, 
I  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace  ; 
In  every  high  and  stormy  gale  ^ 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  vail ; 

On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand  ; 

All  other  ground  is  shifting  sand. 


157. 
M 


3Iusic — Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  151, 


OKE  love  to  thee,  O  Christ  I 
More  love  to  thee  : 
Hear  thou  the  prayer  I  make 

On  bended  knee ; 
This  is  my  earnest  plea  : 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee, 
More  love  to  thee. 

Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 
Sought  peace  and  rest: 

Now  thee  alone  I  seek, 
Give  what  is  best : 

This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, 

More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee, 
More  love  to  thee. 


144 


159. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


3fusic — Hymnal,  67. 


L.M. 


AiN'OTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Anotner  Sabbalh  is  begun  ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God'^hath  blessed. 

2  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise 

As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies, 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose. 

Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

3  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest. 
Which  for  the  church  Df  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away  ; 

How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  I 


160. 


3Iusic — Carmina,  260. 

THE  light  of  Sabbath  eve 
Is  fading  fast  away  ; 
What  record  will  it  leave. 

To  crown  the  closing  day  ? 
Is  it  a  Sabbath  spent, 

Of  fruitless  time  destroyed  ; 
Or  have  these  moments  lent 
Been  sacredly  employed  ? 


6's. 


THE    SABBATH. 


14:5 


2  How  dreadful  and  how  drear, 

In  yon  dark  world  of  pain, 
Will  Sabbaths  lost  appear, 

That  cannot  come  again  ! 
Then,  in  that  hopeless  place, 

Tlie  wretched  soul  will  say, 
"  I  had  those  hours  of  grace, 

But  cast  them  all  away." 

3  To  waste  these  Sabbath  hours 

Oh  may  we  never  dare  ; 
Nor  taint  with  thoughts  of  ours 

Tl.iese  sacred  days  of  prayer  : 
But  may  our  Sabbaths  here 

Inspire  our  hearts  with  love  ; 
And  prove  a  foretaste  clear 

Of  that  sweet  rest  above.  11»M. 

XOx«  Music — Fresh  Laurels,   67. 

AGAIN  we  meet,  O  Lord, 
Again  we  fill  this  place. 
To  hear  thy  holy  word, 

And  ask  thy  promised  grace  ; 
To  thank  thee  for  the  gifts  we  share, 
The  children  of  thy  love  and  care. 

2  Grant  us  the  listening  ear, 
The  understanding  heart. 
The  mind  and  will  sincere. 

To  choose  the  better  part, — 
To  take  the  learner's  lowly  seat 
And  gather  wisdom  at  thy  feet. 


163. 


DEATH.  14:7 

8,7s. 

Music — Zion's  Jubilee^  240. 


WHEEE  we  oft  have  met  in  gladness, 
On  the  holy  Sabbath  day. 
Now  we  gather,  in  our  sadness, 
Mourning  over  one  away  : 

Tears  are  falling 
On  this  holy  Sabbath  day. 

2  One  we  loved  has  left  our  number, — 
In  the  narrow  dwelling  laid  ; 
There  to  rest,  in  dreamless  slumber. 
Till  the  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  : 

When  the  angel 
From  their  slumbers  wakes  the  dead. 


But  while  we  in  sadness  gather. 
Mourning  thus  for  one  away, 

Lo,  the  angels  say,  "  Another 
Joins  our  holy  song  to-day  1" 

Weep  no  longer  ; 
Join  with  them  the  sacred  lay. 

Let  our  grief,  then,  turn  to  gladness, 
As  we  praise  the  ^saving  love, 

Which  o'er  every  shade  of  sadness 
Sheds  the  light  of  joys  above  : 

Grief  dispelling 
By  the  light  of  joys  above. 


146 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Through  this,  and  every  day. 
Teach  us  thy  path  to  tread  ; 

Nor  let  our  feet  astray 
By  Satan's  wiles  be  led  ; 

But  keep  us  in  the  narrow  road- 

The  way  to  glory  and  to  God.. 


162. 


JDEA  TH, 


Music-Golden  Shower,  39. 


L,M. 


ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep. 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
LTnbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  0  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing. 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim'^that  hour, 
Which  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  for  me 
Maj^  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  I 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 


148  PRECIOUS    HYMNS 

164. 

Music ~G.  H.  &^  S.  Songs  No.  2,  Nc.  23, 

Repeat  the  story  o'er  and  o'er, 

Oi grace  so  full  and  free  ; 
I  love  to  hear  it  more  and  more, 

Since  grace  has  rescued  me. 


Cho. — The  half  was  never  told, 

The  half  was  never  told, 

Of  grace  divine,  so  wonderful, 

The  half  was  never  told. 

Oi peace  I  only  knew  the  name, 
Nor  found  my  soul  its  rest 

Until  the  sweet-voiced  angel  came 
To  soothe  ni}^  weary  breast. — Cho. 

My  highest  place  is  lying  low 

At  my  Redeemer's  feet : 
No  real/f?)/  in  life  I  know, 

But  in  His  service  sweet. — Cho. 

And  oh,  what  rapture  will  it  be 

With  all  the  host  above, 
To  sing  through  all  eternity 

The  wonders  of  His  love. — Cho. 


DEATH.  14:9 

CM. 

J[I30«         Music — Golden  Shower^  81. 

WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  ah\rms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move? 
Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  "Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  I 
Ye  saints  !  ascend  the  skies. 


DEATH.  151 

4  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies  ; 
"While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"How  bless'd  the  righteous    when  he 
dies!" 


168. 
T 


3Iusic — S.S.IIozanna,  78 


7,6's. 


166. 


7's. 


AS  the  twilight  shadows  fall, 
Let  us,  in  the  closing  day, 
Mark  the  solemn  hour  when  all 
.    Earthly  things  shall  fade  away. 

2  In  the  grave  to  which  we  haste, 
No  repentance  can  be  found  ; 
Shall  we  then  our  moments  waste, 
While  we  stand  on  trial-ground  ? 


IME  is  winging  us  away 
To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 
A  journey  to  the  tomb: 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms 
All  that's  mortal  soon  will  be 
Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 


2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb: 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above 
Ear  beyond  the  world's  alloy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 


169 
O 


6s. 

Music--'  Fresh  Laurels,  69. 

NE  sweetly  solemn  thought 

Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er : 
I'm  nearer  my  home  to-day, 
Than  I  have  been  before. 


150 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


152 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


3  Ere  the  coming  of  that  night, 

(When  its  coming  who  shall  say?) 
Let  us  do  with  all  our  might. 

Strive  and  labor,  watch  and  pray. 

4  Lord,  do  thou  thy  grace  impart ; 

Penitence  and  faith  bestow  ! 
Come  and  sanctify  each  heart, 
Let  us  thy  salvation  know. 

5  That  when  waning  years  have  fled, 

And  these  scenes  have  passed  away, 
Kising  with  the  summoned  dead, 
We  may  wake  to  endless  day. 


167. 
H 


L.M. 

Music — Hymnal,  181. 


OW  bless'd  the  righteous  when  they  die, 
AVhen  holy  souls  retire  to  rest! 
How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye  ! 

How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast  I 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er  ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears. 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ; 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears  I 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell. 


2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be  ; 
I'm  nearer  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  jasper  sea  : 

3  Nearer  the  bound  of  life 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down  ; 
And  nearer  the  time  to  leave 
The  cross  and  wear  the  crown. 


HEAVEN,  ^  ^^ 

0.  M. 

X  I  0«         Music — Happy    Voices,  187. 

THE  pearly  gates  are  open  wide, 
I  see  the  bright  array  ; 
On  either  side  the  angels  glide, 

To  keep  the  shining  way. 
And  little  children  learn  to  find 

The  way  by  angels  trod, 
Where  Christ's  redeemed  in  union  walk 
The  shining  way  of  God. 
Cho. — The  pearly  gates  are  open  wide, 
I  see  the  bright  array  ; 
On  either  side^he  angels  glide, 
To  keep  the  shining  way. 


153 


155 


2  "When  storms  arise,  and  darkness  clouds 

The  faithful  ])il -rim's  way, 
On  either  side  the  angels  glide, 

To  keep  the  shining-  waj^ ; 
And  brighter  gleams  the  morning  light 

Behind  the  gentle  rod, 
For  Christ's  redeemed  more  clearly  see 

The  sliining  way  of  God. 
Gho.— The  pearly  gates,  &c. 

3  And  soon  they  walk  the  golden  streets, 

IvTot  slighted  and  alone  ; 
On  either  side  the  angels  glide, 

To  lead  them  to  the  throne  : 
And  there  they'll  wear  a  starry  crown 

Who  once  did  tire  and  plod. 
For  Christ's  redeemed  as  kings  shall  tread 

The  shining  way  of  God. 
Cho. — The  pearly  gates,  &c. 


171. 


lliisic — Golden  Chain,  34. 


SHALL  we  sing  in  heaven  forever — 
Shall  wc  sing  ?  shall  we  sing  ? 
Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever, 
In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes  !  oh,  yes  !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
Thoy  that  meet  shall  sing  forever, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river. 
Meet  to  sing  and  love  forever, 
In  that  happy  land. 


Cho. — Safe,  safe  at  home,  safe,  safe  at  home, 
No  more  to  roam,  no  more  to  roam. 
Safe,  safe  at  home,  safe,  safe  at  home, 
No  more,  no  more  to  roam. 


2  The  most  youthful  soldier  will  then  have 

a  share 
In    heavenly   mansions   prepared    for    us 

there; 
The   song  of    redemption,   from  infants, 

shall  swell. 
As  of  Jesus,  to  wondering  angels,  they  tell. 
Cho. — Safe,  safe  at  home,  &c. 

3  Oh,  then  will  our  hearts  swell  with  rap- 

ture supreme, 
For,  Jesus,  thy  glories  will  over  us  beam, 
Our  minds  with  the  riches  of  wisdom  be 

stored. 
For  God  will  be  known  and  forever  adored. 
Cho. — Safe,  safe  at  home,  &c. 


173. 


Music- 


CM. 

■Golden   Chain,  53. 


THERE  is  a  clime  where  Jesus  reigns, 
A  home  of  grace  and  love, 
Where  angels  sing,  in  sweetest  strains. 
Of  his  redeeming  love. 


154 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


156 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


2  Shall  we  know  each  other  ever 

In  that  land  ?  in  that  land  ? 
Shall  we  know  each  other  ever 
In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes ;  oh,  yes  !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  know  each  other, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river,  &c. 

3  Shall  we  rest  from  care  and  sorrow, 

In  that  land  ? 
Shall  we  rest  from  care  and  sorrow, 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes!  oh,  yes!  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  rest  forever, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river,  &c. 

4  Shall  we  meet  our  faithful  teachers 

In  that  land  ? 
Shall  we  meet  our  faithful  teachers 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes!  oh,  yes!  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
Teachers  and  scholars  meet  together, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river,  &c. 

X  I  ^e  ^^usic — Golden  Chain,  46. 

WHEN  the  battle  is  fought,  and  the  vic- 
tory won, 
Life's  trials  are  ended,   and  life's  duties 

done, 
Then  Jesus,  our  Saviour,  will  welcome  us 

home, 
No  more,  in  this  desert  of  sin  we  shall 
roam. 


Chorus. 
Let  us  never  mind  the  scoffs  nor  the  frowns 
of  the  world, 
For  we've  all  got  the  cross  to  bear; 
It  will  only  make  the  crown  the  brighter  to 
shine, 
When  we  have  the  crown  to  wear. 

2  And  children,  too,  will  join  to  bless 

The  precious  Saviour's  name. 
Clothed  in  his  perfect  righteousness, 
And  saved  from  sin  and  shame. 
Cho. — Let  us  never  mind,  &c. 

3  Yet  all,  alas  !  may  not  be  there,        ^ 

For  some  will  slight  his  grace; 
Now,  though  he  calls,  they  do  not  care 
To  turn  and  seek  his  face. 

Cho. — Let  us  never  mind,  &c. 

4  He  says  to  all  "  Come  unto  me, 

And  I  will  give  you  rest," 
Oh  !  linger  not,  but  haste  to  be 
With  his  salvation  blest. 

Cho. — Let  us  never  mind,  &c. 

8,7s. 

3fusic — Golden  Chain,  78 

BOYS. 

WHITHER,  pilgrims  are  you  going, 
Going  each  with  staff  in  hand  ? 


174, 


157 


HEAVEN. 


159 


GIRLS. 

"We  are  going  on  a  journey, 
Going  at  our  King's  command. 

ALL. 

Over  hills,  and  plains,  and  valleys, 
We  are  going  to  his  palace, 
"We  are  going  to  his  palace. 

Going  to  the  better  land  ; 
We  are  going  to  his  palace, 

Going  to  the  better  land. 


2  Fear  ye  not  the  way  so  lonely, 

You,  a  little,  feeble  band? 

GIRLS. 

No,  for  friends,  unseen,  are  near  us, 
Holy  angels  round  us  stand. 

ALL. 

Christ,  our  Leader,  walks  beside  us, 
He  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us, 
He.  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us, 

Guide  us  to  that  better  land  ; 
He  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us, 

Guide  us  to  that  better  land. 

.BOYS. 

3  Tell  me,  pilgrims,  what  you  hope  for 

In  that  far-off  better  land  ? 

GIRLS. 

Spotless  robes  and  crowns  of  glory, 
From  a  Saviour's  loving  hand. 


3  In  vision  I  see  its  streets  of  gold, 
Its  beautiful  gates  I  too  behold. 
The  river  of  life,  the  crystal  sea, 
The  ambrosial  fruit  of  life's  fair  tree. 

Cho.— Will  you  go?  &c. 

4  The  heavenly  throng  arrayed  in  white, 
In  rapture  range  the  plains  of  light ; 
And  in  one  harmonious  choir  they  praise 
Their  glorious  Saviour's  matchless  grace, 

Cho.— Will  you  go  ?  &c. 


176. 


Music — Golden  Censer^  18. 

MY  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair, 
We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
Nor  death,  nor  sighing  visit  there', 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 
Cho. — We'll  wait  'till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  'till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  'till  Josus  comes, 
And  we'll  be  gathered  home. 

2  Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine. 
We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 
Cho. — We'll  wait,  &c. 

8  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high, 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 

Above  the  arched  and  starry  sky, 

We'll  be  gathered  home. 

Cho. — We'll  wait.  &c. 


158 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS, 


160 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


ALL. 

We  shall  drink  of  life's  clear  river. 
We  shall  dwell  with  God  forever, 
We  shall  dwell  with  God  forever, 
In  that  bright,  that  better  land. 

BOYS. 

4  Pilgrims,  may  we  travel  with  you 
To  that  bright  and  better  land? 

GIRLS. 

Come,  and  welcome,  come,  and  welcome, 
Welcome  to  our  pilgrim  band. 

ALL. 

Come,  oh  come,  and  do  not  leave  us 
Christ  is  waiting  to  receive  us, 
Christ  is  waiting  to  receive  us, 
•  In  that  bright,  that  better  land.     ^  ^^ 

JL  I  Oo         Music — Golden   Chain^  124. 

A  BEAUTIFUL  land  by  faith  I  see, 
A  land  of  rest,  from  sorrow  free. 
The  home  of  the  ransomed,  bright  and  fair, 
And  beautiful  angels  too,  are  there. 
Cho. — Will  you  go?  will  you  go  ? 

Go  to  that  beautiful  land  with  me  ? 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
Go  to  that  beautiful  land. 

2  That  beautiful  land,  the  City  of  Light, 
It  ne'er  has  known  the  shades  of  night; 
The  glory  of  God,  the  light  of  day 
Hath  driven  the  darkness  far  away. 
Cho. — Will  you  go  ?  &c. 


4  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 
We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erthroWj, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 


5  Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own. 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 
Cho. — We'll  wait,  &c. 

6  Then  fail  this  earth,  let  stars  decline, 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine. 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 
Cho. — We'll  wait,  &c.    > 

7  All  nature  sink,  and  cease  to  be, 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 
Cho. — We'll  wait,  &c. 


/ 


161 


177. 


[EAVEN. 


163 


Shall  we  meet  in  heaven,  shall  we  meet  in  heaven,  . 

With  the  blest  who  have  gone  before  ? 
Will  a  crown  be  given,  will  a  crown  be  given. 

When  we  stand  on  the  other  shore  ? 

Refrain. 
We  may  all  meet  there. 
We  may  all  meet  there,' 
If  we  love  the  Lord,  and  obey  His  word, 
We  may  all  meet  there. 

Will  the  angels  bright,  will  the  angels  bright. 

Bear  us  on  to  that  happy  home? 
With  the  saints  in  light,  with  the  saints  in  light, 

Shall  we  stand  round  the  great  white  throne  ? 

— Ref. 

Yes,  we  all  may  meet,  yes,  we  all  may  meet, 

Where  this  life  and  its  toils  are  o'er. 
And  each  other  sreet,  and  each  other  greet. 

In  a  land  where  we'll  part  no  more.— Ref. 


178. 


Music — Golden  Censer,  90 


THERE  is  a  glorious  kingdom, 
A  kingdom  bright  and  fair, 
And  many  little  children 

Walton  the  good  Kins  there. 


7,6s 


179. 
W 


Music- 


8j8. 
■Golden  Censer^  98. 


E  are  out  on  the  ocoan  sailing, 
Homeward  bound  we  sweetly  glide 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

Chorus. 

All  the  storms  will  soon  bo  over, 
Then  we'll  anchor  in  the  harbor, 

We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

2  Millions  now  are  safely  landed, 

Over  on  the  golden  shore  : 
Millions  more  are  on  their  journey, 
Yet  there's  room  for  millions  more. 
Cho. — All  the  storms,  &c. 

3  Spread  your  sails  while  heavenly  breezes 

Gently  waft  our  vessel  on  ; 
All  on  board  are  sweetly  singing — 
Free  salvation  is  the  song. 
Cho. — All  the  storms,  &c. 

4  When  we  all  are  safely  anchored, 

We  will  shout — our  trials  o'er  ; 
We  will  walk  about  the  city. 
And  we'll  sing  for  evermore. 
Cho.— All  the  storms,  «&c. 


162 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Cho. — Yes,  children,  children 

Are  in  that  glorious  kingdom, 
That  kingdom,  that  kingdom, 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 

2  O,  in  that  glorious  kingdom 
Is  built  a  throne  of  gold  ; 
Its  ornaments  are  jewels, 
With  riches  all  untold.  . 
A  kingdom,  kingdom,  ~ 
A  bright  and  glorious  kingdom, 
A  kingdom,  a  kingdom, 
A  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 

8  O,  in  that  glorious  kingdom. 
And  on  that  golden  throne. 
There  reigns  the  blessed  Saviour, 
Those  children  are  his  own. 
Yes,  children,  children 
Are  in  that  glorious  kingdom  ;■ 
That  kingdom,  that  kingdom. 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 

4  Come,  all  who  love  that  kingdom, 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair  ; 
Come,  give  your  hearts  to  Jesus, 
And  dwell  forever  there. 

And  praise  him — praise  him 
Forever  in  that  kingdom  ; 
That  kingdom,  that  kingdom. 
That  kingdom  bright  and  fair. 


164:  PRECIOUS    HYMI^'S. 

XOV/«         Music — Golden  Censer^  104. 

JERUSALEM,  forever  bright. 
Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
No  winter  there,  nor  chill  of  night, 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
The  dripping  cloud  is  chased  away. 
The  sun  breaks  forth  in  endless  day, 
Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 
The  beautiful  land  of  rest. 
'Cho. — Beautiful  land,  beautiful  land. 
Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
Beautiful  land,  beautiful  land, 
Beautiful  land  of  rest. 

2  Jerusalem,  forever  free. 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
The  soul's  sweet  home  of  liberty. 

Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
The  gyves  of  sin,  the  chains  of  woe. 
The  ransomed  there  will  never  know. 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 

The  beautiful  land  of  rest. 
Cho. — Beautiful  land,  &c. 

3  Jerusalem,  forever  dear. 

Beautiful  land  of  rest  I 
Thy  pearly  gates  almost  appear. 

Beautiful  land  of  rest  ! 
And  when  we  tread  thy  lovely  shore, 
We'll  sing  the  song  we've  sung  before, 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 

The  beautiful  land  of  yst. 
Cho. — Beautiful  land,  cVcc. 


165 


181. 


6,4s. 

Music — Book  of  Worship,   570. 


I'M  but  a  stranger  here,  heaven  i?  my  home, 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear,  heaven  is  mjhome, 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Eound  me  on  every  hand ; 
Heaven  is  raj  fatherland, — Heaven  is  my 
home. 

2  What  though  the  tempest  rage,  Heaven  is 

my  home, 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage,    Heaven   is  my 
home, 
Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast  ; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last.  Heaven  is  my 
home. 

3  There,  at  my  Saviour's  side,  Heaven  is  my 

home, 
I  shall  be  glorified,  Heaven  is  my  home. 
There  are  the  good  and  blest. 
Those  I  loved  most  and  best. 
And  there  I,  too,  shall  rest,  Heaven  is  my 
home. 


HEAVEN.  167 

h  And  what  shall  be  my  journey, 

How  long  I'll  stay  below, 
Or  what  shall  be  my  trials, 

Are  not  for  me  to  know ; 
In  every  day  of  trouble, 

I'll  raise  my  thoughts  on  high  ; 
I'll  think  of  the  bright  temple 

And  crowns  above  the  sky. 


183 
W 


182. 


7,68. 

Music — Book  of  Worship,  535. 


THEKE  is  a  holy  city, 
A  happy  world  above, 
Beyond  the  starry  regions. 
Built  bv  the  God  of  love  : 


Music — Book  of  Worship^  571. 

E  are  on  our  journey  home,  ' 
Where  Christ  our  Lord  is  gone  : 
We  shall  meet  around  his  throne, 
When  he  makes  his  people  one 
II  :  In  the  new  :  ||  Jerusalem. 

2  We  can  see  that  distant  home. 

Though  clouds  rise  dark  between  : 
Faith  views  the  radiant  dome. 
And  a  lustre  flashes  keen 
II  :  From  the  new  :  ||  Jerusalem. 

3  O  glory  shining  far 

From  the  never-setting  Sun  ! 
O  trembling  morning  star  ! 
Our  journey's  almost  done 
II  :  To  the  new  :  ||  Jerusalem. 

4  O  holy,  heavenly  home  I 

O  rest  eternal  there  ! 
When  shall  the  exiles  come. 

Where  they  cease  from  earthly  care 
II  :  In  the  new  :  ||  Jerusalem. 


166 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


An  everlasting  temple  ; 

And  saints  arrayed  in  white 
There  serve  their  gr pat  Eedeemer, 

And  dwell  with  him  in  light. 

2  The  meanest  child  of  glory 

Outshines  the  radiant  sun  ; 
But  who  can  speak  the  splendor 

Of  that  eternal  throne. 
Where  Jesus  sits  exalted. 

In  godlike  majesty  ? 
The  elders  fall  before  him. 

The  angels  bend  the  knee. 

3  Is  this  the  man  of  sorrows. 

Who  stood  at  Pilate's  bar. 
Condemned  by  haughty  Herod, 

And  by  his  men  of  war  ? 
He  seems  a  mighty  conqueror, 

Who  spoiled  the  powers  below, 
And  ransomed  many  captives 

From  everlasting  woe  ! 

4  The  hosts  of  saints  around  him, 

Proclaim  his  work  of  grace ; 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets, 

And  all  the  godly  race. 
Who  speak  of  fiery  trials 

And  tortures  on  their  way — 
They  came  from  tribulation 

To  everlasting  day. 


168 

184^ 


PRECIOUS     HYMNS. 


184 


GO,  bury  thy  sorrow, 
The  world  hath  its  share : 
Go  bury  it  deeply, 

Go  hide  it  with  care. 
Go  think  of  it  calmly, 

When  curtained  by  night ; 
Go  tell  it  to  Jesus, 
And  all  will  be  right. 

2  Go  tell  it  to  Jesus, 
He  knoweth  thy  grief; 

Go  tell  it  to  Jesus, 
He'll  send  thee  relief. 

Go  gather  the  sunshine 
He  sheds  on  thy  way — 

He'll  lighten  thy  burden  : 
Go,  weary  one,  pray  ! 

3  Hearts  growing  weary 
With  heavier  woe, 

Now  droop  'mid  the  darkness, 
Go,  comfort  them,  go  ! 

Go  bury  thy  sorrow, 
Let  others  be  blest ; 

Go,  give  them  the  sunshine. 
Tell  Jesus  the  rest. 

Music — Booh  of  Worship,  498. 

BKEAD  of  heaven,  on  thee  I  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  Bread ; 


HEAVEN. 


169 


Bay  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died. 

2  Vine  of  heaven  I  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cnp  of  sacrifice  ; 
'Tis  thy  wounds  my  healing  give 
To  thy  cross  I  look,  and  live. 
Thou,  my  Life  1  oh,  let  me  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee  I 

loo.     Music— Hymnal,  275.      CM!. 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
Name  ever  dear  to  me, 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  Oh  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend? 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end. 

3  There  happier  bow'rs  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  ; 
Blest  seats !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  T  shrink  at  pain  and  woe, 

Or  feel  at  death,  dismay  ? 
I've  Ornaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 


171 


Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 


7's. 


Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Ha])i)y  entrance  will  be  given. 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

lo  I  •    Musw— Hymnal,  393. 

PALMS  of  glory,  raiment  bright, 
Crowns  that  never  fade  away, 
Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light, — 

Priests,  and  kings,  and  conqu'rors  they  ; 
Yet  the  conqu'rors  bring  their  palms 

To  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 
And  proclaim,  in  joyful  psalms, 
Vict'ry  through  his  cross  alone. 

2  Who  were  these  ?  on  earth  they  dwelt. 

Sinners  once  of  Adam's  r;ice  ; 
Guilt,  and  fear,  and  suff'ring  felt, 

But  were  saved  from  all  by  grace  : 
They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us  ; — 

Ah  !  when  we  like  them  shall  die, 
May  our  souls,  translated  thus, 

Triumph,  reign,  and  shine  on  high. 

X88.     Music— Jlymnal,  299.      dill, 

THEIvE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 


170 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


172 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem,  my  happ}^  home, 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

loo.    Music— Hymnal,  413.     Y.G^Si 

T>ISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
XVi     Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise,  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heav'n,  thy  native  place  ; 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course, 
Eire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  j 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face. 
Upward  tends  to  his'abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 


2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-with'riug  fluw"rs  ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heav'nly  land  from  ours^ 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  J{;ws  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea  ; 
And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

6  Oh  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove. 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
W^ith  unbeclouded  eyes : 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death 'scoldjflood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


189. 


Music — Hymnal,  303, 


CM. 


WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 


HEAVEJf. 


173 


175 


2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  m}^  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  t  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


190, 

M 


lis. 

3In£ic — Happy    Voices,  163. 

Y  home  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here  : 
Then  why  should  I  murmur  when 
trials  are  near  ? 
Be  hush'd,  my  dark  spirit :  the  worst  that 

can  come, 
But   shortens  thy  journey,    and   hastens 
thee  home. 

Cho. — Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

Keeeive  me,  dear  Saviour,  inglor7"at 
home. 

2  It  is  not  for  me  to  be  seeking  my  blios, 
And  building  my  hopes  in  a  region  like 
this : 


3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye  ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand,   • 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh  then  to  glory  run. 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won 
And  bright,  above  the  sun, 

We  reign  for  aye. 


192. 


Music — Golden  Chain,  118. 


ABOUND  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 
Ten  thousand  children  stand, 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band, 

Chorus. 
Singing  glor}^,  glory,  glory  hallelujah, 
Singing  glory,  glory,  glory  hallelujah. 

2  What  Tjrought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Cho. — Singing  glory,  &c. 

3  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood. 

To  wash  away  our  sin  ; 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean  ; 
Cho. — Singing  glory,  &c. 


174: 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


i7e 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


I  look  for  a  city  which  hands  have  not 

piled ; 
I  pant  for  a  country  by  sin  undefiled. 
Cho. — Home,  home,  &c. 

3  Afflictions  may  damp  me,  but  cannot  de- 
stroy. 
The  glimpse  of  his  love  turns  them  all  into 

joy; 

And  the  bitterest  tears,  if  he  smile  but  on 

them. 
Like  dew  in  the  sunshine,  turn  diamond 

or  gem. 
Cho. — Home,  home,  &c. 

X!%yJL^  Music — Hymnal,  534. 

THERE  is  a  happy  land, 
Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  ; 
Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 
Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  staad, 

Why  still  delay? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 


4  On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 
On  earth  they  loved  his  name  • 
And  now  they  see  his  blessed  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb  ; 
Cho. — Singing  glory,  &c. 

J_yO«  Music — Hymnal,  418. 

BEAUTIFUL  Zion  built  above, 
Beautiful  city  that  I  love  ; 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white, 
Beautiful  temple — God  its  light; 
He  who  was  slain  on  Calvary 
Opens  those  pearly  gates  to  me. 

2  Beautiful  heav'n  where  all  is  light, 
Beautiful  angels  clothed  in  white. 
Beautiful  strains  that  never  tire, 
Beautifui  harps  through  all  the  choir  j 
There  shall  I  join  the  chorus  sweet, 
Worshipping  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

3  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 
Beautiful  palms  the  conqu'rors  show, 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear, 
Beautiful  all  who  enter  there  ; 
Thither  I  press  with  eager  feet, 
There  shall  my  rest  be  long  and  sweet. 

4  Beautiful  throne  for  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing, 


HEAVEN. 


177 


i 


Beautiful  rest,  all  wand 'ring  cease, 
Beautiful  home  i)f  perfect  peace  ! 
There  .shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see  ;- 
Haste  to  this  heav'nly  home  with  me. 

8,7s. 


194. 


Music — Golden  Chain, 


IN  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest, 
Thei-e  my  Saviour  's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfill  m;/  soul's  request. 
Cho. — There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary. 

There  is  rest  for  you — 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

"Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 
Cho. — There  is  rest,  &c, 

3  Pain  nor  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share ; 
But  in  that  celestial  centre, 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wea" 
Cho. — There  is  rest,  &c. 


HEAVEN.  179 

3  Should  corning  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 
That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest, 
Where  golden  hai-ps  are  ringing. 
Cho. — For,  oh,  we  stand,  &c. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever, 
Our  King  says,   "  Come,"  and  there  is  our 
home 
Forever,  Oh,  forever. 

Cho. — For  oh,  we  stand,  &c. 

1  c\cx  ^'^^- 

XyO«  Music — Singing  Pilgrim,   b1 . 

THEY  are  waiting  for  the  coming. 
Angels  on  the  other  shore, 
Waiting  to  receive  the  ransomed, 

When  the  storms  of  life  are  o'er  ; 
Watching  at  the  shining  portals 
Of  our  Father's  mansion  fair  ; 
They  will  strike  their  harps  of  glory, 
They  will  bid  us  welcome  there. 
Cho. — They  are  waiting,  waiting,  waiting 
Angels  on  the  other  shore  ; 
Waiting  to  receive  the  ransomed, 
When  the  storms  of  life  are  o'er. 

2  They  are  waiting  for  the  aged, 

Those  who  long  the  way  have  trod  ; 
Waiting  for  the  poor  in  spirit, 
Kich  in  faith  and  love  to  God ; 


17S 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


180 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


4  Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquished, 

And  Tts  sting  shall  be  withdrawn  ; 
Shout  for  gladness,  O,  ye  ransomed, 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn. 
Cho. — There  is  rest,  &c. 

5  Sing,  O  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory, 

Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go  ; 
Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you, 

You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 
Cho. — There  is  rest,  &c. 

CM. 

Music — Happy    Voices,  200. 


195. 


MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fiy, 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

Chorus. 
For  Oh,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over, 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 

We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 
Our  distant  home  discerning  ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  our  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 
Cho.— For  oh,  we  stand,  &c. 


For  the  young  and  valiant  soldiers, 
Who  have  nobly  borne  their  part  j 

For  the  self-denying  Christian ; 
For  the  meek,  the  pure  in  heart. 
Cho, — They  are  waiting,  &c. 

3  They  are  waiting  for  the  heralds 

Who  in  distant  lands  proclaim 
Life  eternal,  free  salvation, 

Through  a  dying  Saviour's  name 
Waiting  for  the  silent  mourner, 

For  the  -weary  and  oppressed, 
Who  have  borne  tbeir  cross  with  patience, 

And  are  going  home  to  rest. 
Cho. — They  are  waiting,  &c. 

4  In  the  sunny  vales  of  Eden, 

By  the  river,  clear  and  bright 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  planted, 

And  our  faith  is  lost  in  sight ; 
We  shall  join  the  "church  triumphant," 

Free  from  sorrow,  toil,  and  care; 
Every  tie  again  united, 

There  will  be  no  parting  there. 
Cho. — They  are  waiting,  &c. 


197. 


Music — Musical  Leaves,  30. 


WHEN  life's  labor-song  is  sung, 
And  the  ebon  arch  is  sprung 
O'er  the  shaded  couch  of  death  so  still ; 
Then  the  Lord  will  light  the  scene 
With  the  angels'  starry  sheen. 
As  they  welcome  us  to  Zion's  hill. 


HEAVEN.  18X 

Chortts. 
"We'll  meet  each  otlier  there, 
Yes  !  we'll  meet  each  other  there, 
With  the  angels  in  the  air, 
Yes  I  we'll  meet  each  other  there  ; 
We'll  meet  each  other  there, 
Yes  !  we'll  meet  each  other  there. 
With  the  angels,  with  the  angels  in  the  air 

Dark  the  shadows  in  the  vale, 
Tierce  the  howling  of  the  gale. 

But  the  shining  ones  are  near  our  door ; 
With  our  robes  as  bright  as  they. 
We  will  tread  the  starry  way, 

With  the  shadow  and  the  storm  no  more. 
Cho. — We'll  meet  each  other  there,  &c. 

Flood  the  heart  with  parting  tears, 
Frost  the  head  with  passing  3^ears, 

Mingle  want  and  woe  together  here  * 
But  the  Lord  will  lift  the  cloud. 
That  enwraps  the  shining  crowd, 

And  we'll  never  know  a  sorrow  there. 
Cno. — We'll  meet  each  other  there,  &c. 


198. 


Music — Musical  Leaves,  57. 


WEAEY  wand'rcr  o'er  the  main, 
Seeking  ior  thy  home  again. 
Through  the  gath'ring  mists  that  rise, 
Veiling  thy  natal  skies  j 


HEAVEN. 

Refrain. 


183 


Then  hide  thee,  hide  thee  in  the  cleft  of  the 

Rock, 
Hide  thee,  hide  thee,  hide  in  the  cleft  of  the 

Rock. 

Come,  bring  thy  heart  to  the  shelt'ring  Rock 

And  all  thy  weight  of  care  ; 
Look  up,  the  light  of  a  Sa\iour's  love 

Is  smiling  SAvedly  there  ; 
He  waiteth  to  welcome  thee  home. 

Oh,  breathe  but  one  penitent  prayer ; 
The  blood  that  flows  from  His  wounded  side, 
,  Thro'  faith  will  cleanse  thee  there. — Ref. 

There's  life  for  thee  at  the  shelt'ring  Rock, 

A  life  of  peace  and  love  ; 
Sweet  hope  of  rest  in  a  higher  land 

Of  purer  joys  above  ; 
Then  stay  with  the  Saviour,  oh  !  stay. 

Where  nothing  thy  soul  can  e'er  move, 
There  calmly  rest  in  the  sweet  retreat, 

The  arms  of  Jesus'  love. — Ref. 


200 


Songs  of  Gladness,  46. 

JERUSALEM  the  golden, 
With  milk  and  honry  blest, 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 
Sink  heaitand  voice  to  rest. 


7,  5s. 


182 


PRECIOUS    HYMjS^S. 


184: 


prjSCious  hymns. 


Look  beyond,  there's  light  for  t^ee, 
Streaming  o'er  the  turbid  sea  ; 
Softly  it  smiles,  though  distant  far, 
The  beautiful  polar  star. 

2  Stranger,  on  a  rocky  strand 
Longing  for  thy  father-land, 
Through  the  gath'ring  clouds  that  rise, 
Veiling  thy  natal  skies  ; 

Look  beyond,  there's  hope  for  thee, 
Dawning  o'er  the  tranquil  sea, 
Softly  it  smiles,  though  distant  far, 
TL^  beautiful  polar  star. 

3  Lo  lely  watcher,  pale  with  grief, 
Thcu  shalt  find  a  sweet  relief. 
Though  thy  tears  unheeded  fall, 
Jesus  will  count  them  all ; 

Look  beyond,  there  's  joy  for  thee, 
Bretiking  o'er  a  troubled  sea. 
Softly  it  smiles,  though  distant  far, 
•  The  beautiful  polar  star. 


109. 


Come,  stay  thy  feet  by  the  shelt'ring  Rock, 

And  sweet  thy  rest  shall  be ; 
Come,  lave  thy  brow  in  the  spray  that  falls 

So  clear  and  cool  for  thee ; 
Too  long  hastthoulinger'd  away, 

But  mercy  is  pleading  with  thee ; 
Oh.  stay  thy  feet  by  the  shelt'ring  Rock, 

And  sweet  thy  rest  shall  be. 


I  know  not — Oh  !  I  know  not 
What  joys  await  me  there. 

What  radiancy  of  glory. 
What  bliss  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

All  jubilant  with  song. 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng. 
There  is  the  throne  of  David, 

And  there,  from  toil  released. 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast 

3  And  they  who,  with  their  Leader^ 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 
Oh,  land  that  seest  no  sorrow. 

Oh,  state  that  fear'st  no  strife, 
Oh,  royal  land  of  flowers, 

Oh,  realms  and  home  of  life ! 

4  Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country. 

The  home  of  God's  elect ; 
Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country. 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest, 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father 
'^'       And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 


201 
O 


HEAVEN.    ■  185 

L.  M. 

Music — Book  of  Praise,    113. 

HAPPY  saints,  who  dwell  in  light, 
And  walk  with  Jesus,  clothed  in  white; 
Safe  landed  on  that  peaceful  shore, 
Where  pilgrims  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  Released  from  sin,  and  toil,  and  grief, 
Death  was  their^gate  to  endless  life  ; 
An  opened  cage  to  let  them  fly 

And  build  their  happy  nests  on  high. 

3  And  now  they  range  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  sing  their  hymns  in  melting  strains, 
And  now  their  souls  begin  to  prove 

The  heights  and  depths  of  Jesus'  love. 

4  He  cheers  them  with  eternal  smile, 
'They  sing  hosannas  all  the  while  ; 
Or,  overwhelmed  with  rapture  sweet. 
Sink  down  adoring  at  his  feet. 

5  Ah!  Lord  with  tardy  steps  I  creep, 
And  sometimes  sing  and  sometimes  weep; 
Yet  strip  me  of  this  house  of  clay, 

And  I  will  sing  as  loud  as  they. 

^OiU«  Music— Book  of  Praise,  1Q2. 

THERE  is  a  blessed  home, 
Beyond  this  land  of  woe, 
Where  trials  never  come, 
Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow  : 


HEAVEN. 


187 


2  Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor. 

When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o'er  ; 
Shall  we  meet  and  cast  the  anchor 
By  the  fair  celestial  shore — 
Cho. — Shall  we  meet,  &c. 

3  Where  the  music  of  the  ransomed 

Rolls  in  harmony  around. 
And  creation  swells  the  chorus 
With  its  sweet  melodious  sound. 
Cho. — Shall  we  meet,  &c. 

4  Shall  we  meet  with  many  a  loved  one 

Torn  on  earth  from  our  embrace  ? 
Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices, 
And  behold  them  face  to  face  ? 
Cho. — Shall  we  meet,  &c 

6  Shall  we  meet  with  Christ,  our  Saviour, 
When  he  comes  to  claim  his  own  ? 
Shall  we  hear  him  bid  us  welcome, 
And  sit  down  upon  his  throne  ? 
Cho. — Shall  we  meet,  &c. 

lOs. 

^\J^Z»         Music — Happy  Voices,  211. 

JOYFULLY,  joyfully,  onward  we  move, 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright    spirits 
above, 
Jesus,  our  Saviour,  in  mercy  says,  come. 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home. 


186 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


188 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight. 
And  patient  hope  is  crowned, 

And  everlasting  light 

Its  glory  throws  around.  » 

2  There  is  a  land  of  peace. 

Good  angels  know  it  well : 
Glad  songs  that  never  cease 
Within  its  portals  swell ; 
Around  its  glorious  throne 

Ten  thousand  saints  adore 
Christ,  with  the  Father,  one 
i  And  Spirit,  evermore. 

!■  3  Look  up,  ye  saints  of  God, 

Not  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path  your  Saviour  trod 

Of  daily  toil  and  woe  ; 
Wait  but  a  little  while 

In  uncomplaining  love, 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 

Shall  welcome  you  above.        _  _ 

iuKJf^^         Music — Happy   Voices,  189. 

SHALL  we  meet  beyond  the  river. 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll, 
Where,  in  all  the  bright  forever. 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul? 
Oho. — Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet. 
Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 
Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 


Soon  will  our  pilgrimage  end  here  below, 
Soon  to  the  presence  of  God  we  shall  go  ; 
Then    if  to  Jesus    our  hearts  have  been 

given. 
Joyfully,  joyfully  rest  we  in  heaven. 

2  Teachers  and  scholars  have  passed  on  be- 

fore ; 
Waiting,  they  watch  us  approaching  the 

shore. 
Singing  to  cheer  us  while  passing  along, 
"  Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home." 
Sounds  of  sweet   music  there  ravish  the 

ear; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  strains  we  shall 

hear, 
Filling  with  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  Jesus,  we  come. 

3  Death  with  his  arrow  may  soon  lay  us  low; 
Safe  in  our  Saviour,  we  fear  not  the  blow  : 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb  ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  we  go  home. 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  conquered,  his  sceptre  be 

gone  ; 
Over  the  plains  of  sweet  Canaan  we'll  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


189 


205 

S 


3Iusic — Happy    Voices,   220. 

HALL  we  gather  at  the  river     O? '  S. 
Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod  ; 
With  its  crystal  tide  forever 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God  ? 
Cho. — Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river, 

The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river — 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 
.     That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 

2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 

Washing  up /its  silver  spray, 
We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy,  golden  day. 
Cho. — Yes,  we'll  gather,  &c. 

3  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river. 

Lay  we  every  burden  down  ; 
Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 
And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 
Cho.^ — Yes,  we'll  gather,  &c. 

4  At  the  smiling  of  the  river, 

Mirror  of  the  Saviour's  face. 
Saints  whom  death  will  never  sever, 
Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. 
Cho. — Yes,  we'll  gather,  &c. 

5  Soon  we'll  reach  the  silver  river. 

Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease ; 
Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
With  the  melody  of  peace.   • 
Cho. — Yes,  we'll  gather,  &c. 


190 


PRECIOUS  HY.MNfJ. 


206 


I 


Music — Gospel  Hymns  No.  3,  86. 

'VE  reached  the  land  of  corn  and  wine, 
And  all  its  riches  freely  mine  ; 
Here  shines  undimmed  one  blissful  day, 
For  all  my  night  has  passed  away. 

Cho. — O  Beulah  land,  sweet  Beulah  land, 
As  on  thy  highest  mount  I  stand, 
I  look  away  across  the  sea, 
Where  mansions  are  prepared  for  me. 
And  view  the  shining  glory  shore, 
My  heaven,  my  home  forevermore  ! 

The  Saviour  comes  and  walks  with  me, 
And  sweet  communion  here  have  we  ; 
He  gently  leads  me  with  His  hand, 
For  this  is  heaven's  border-land. — Cho. 

A  sweet  perfume  upon  the  breeze 
Is  borne  from  ever-vernal  trees, 
And  flowers  that  never  fading  grow 
Where  streams  of  life  forever  flow. — Cho. 

The  zephyrs  seem  to  float  to  me, 
Sweet  sounds  of  heaven's  melody. 
As  angels,  with  the  white-robed  throng, 
Join  in  the  sweet  redemption  song. — Cho. 


■     HEAVEN.  191 

207 

Music —  Calvary  Songs,  page  2^. 

"  Glory  to  God !  Peace  on  the  earth  ! 

Good  will  to  men  !"  sang  the  angels  above  ; 
Glory  to  God  !  Peace  on  the  earth  ! 

Good  will  to  men  ! — sound  the  chorus  of 

love  ;  [so  near  ; 

Bright  dawns  the  morning,  when  heaven  is 

Sweet  be  our  anthem,  for  Jesus  is  here ; 
Come,  let  us  sing — sing  of  His  grace. 
Grateful  thanksgivings  shall  utter  His  praise. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  Lift  to  His  name 

High  hallelujahs  from  each  happy  voice  ; 
Strike  the  loud  chord  !  Praise  ye  the  Lord  ! 

Let  every  soul  in  His  glory  rejoice  ! 
Oh,  for  a  strain  such  as  angels  repeat. 

When  the  redeemed  cast  their  crowns  at 
His  feet  ; 
"Worthy  the  Lamb!  once  He  was  slain. 

Now  on  His  throne  He  is  reigning  again  !" 

O  Christ  of  God  !  risen  and  crowned  ! 

Come  with  Thy  presence,  Thy  Spirit  impart ! 

Come  with  Thy  love  !  come  with  Thy  power  ! 

Breathe  on    our   souls,  and  enrich    every 

heart  ! 

Sad  were  Thy  sufferings,  shameful  Thy  cross, 

.sharing  our  punishment,  bearing  our  loss  ; 

Now,  Lord  of  all.  Thee  we  adore  ! 

Bring  we  our  souls  to  be  Thine  evermore  ! 

192  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

^\JZjm  ^<^^i<^ — ^^'^  Golden  Shower,   103. 

OLAND  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh, 
When  will  the  moment  come 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 
And  dwell  in  peace  at  home? 

Cho. — We'll  wait  'till  Jesus  comes. 
We'll  wait  'till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  weit  'till  Jesus  comes, 
And  we'll  be  gather 'd  home. 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 
No  peaceful  sheltering  dome. 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  woe, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 
Cho. — We'll  wait,  &c. 


3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  fled  for  rest. 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 
And  lean  for  succor  on  his  breast, 
And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 
Cho. — We'll  wait,  &c. 

4  I  sought  at  once  my  Saviour's  side. 

No  more  my  steps  shall  roam. 
With  him  I'll  brave  death's  chilling  tide, 
And  reach  my  heavenly  home. 
Cho. — We'll  wait,  &c. 


HEAVEN. 


193 


MISSIONARY. 


195 


209, 


',    Music — New  Golden  Shower ^  27. 

THERE'S  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 
To  its  glories  I  fain  would  fly, 
When  by  sorrows  pre.ss'd  down,  I  long  for 
my  crown 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 

Chorus. 
In  that  beautiful  land  I'll  be 
From  earth  and  its  cares  set  free  ; 
My  Jesus  is  there,  he's  gone  to  prepare 
A  place  in  that  land  for  me. 

2  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 
I  shall  enter  it  bj  and  by, 

There  with  friends  hand  in  hand,   I  shall 
walk  on  the  strand, 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. — Cho. 

3  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 
Then  wliy  should  I  fear  to  die. 

When  death  is  the  way,  to  the  realms  of 
day, 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. — Cho. 

4  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high. 
And  my  kindred  its  bliss  enjoy  ; 
Andmethinks  I  now  see  them  waiting  for 

me, 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. — Cho, 

5  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high,  <" 
Where  I  never  shall  weep  or  sigh  ; 


3  They  are  launching  on  th(!  river, 

From  the  calm  and  quiet  shore. 
And  they  soon  will  bear  my  spirit 

Where  the  weary  sigh  no  more  ; 
For  the  tide  is  swiftly  flowing. 

And  I  long  to  greet  the  blest, 
"Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  be  at  rest." 


MISSIONAHT.    Q   ^ 

^Xa«        Music — Happy  Voices,  232. 

THE  sun  shines  bright. 
And  it  pours  its  light 
O'er  the  valley,  the  field,  and  flood  ; 
The  night-bird  flies 
From  the  sun-lit  skies, 
To  his  home  in  the  leafy  wood. 

Chorus. 
Then  sleep  no  more,  for  the  day  is  come, 

The  night  with  its  gloom  has  fled  ; 
With  a  cheerful  heart  fulfil  your  part. 
And  the  path  of  duty  tread. 

2  God's  word  is  light, 
Like  the  sun  so  bright, 

And  it  shines  in  this  Christian  clime  ; 
And  sin  retires 
From  its  searching  fires. 

To  its  home  in  the  dens  of  crime. — Cho. 


194 


precious  hymns. 


196 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


For  my  Father  hath   said  no  tear  shall  be 
shed 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. — Cho. 

6  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high. 

Where  we  never  shall  say  "good-bye  ;  " 
Where  the  righteous  will  sing,  and  their 
chorus  will  ring 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. — Cho. 


210 
I 


3Insic — Fresh  Laurels, 


8,7s. 

125. 


AM  waiting  by  the  river, 

And  my  heart  has  waited  long; 
Now  1  think  I  hear  the  chorus 

Of  the  angels'  welcome  song, 
Oh,  I  see  the  dawn  is  breaking 

On  the  hill-tops  of  the  blest, 
* '  Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  be  at  rest." 


2  Far  away  beyond  the  shadows 
Of  this  weary  vale  of  tears, 
There  the  tide  of  bliss  is  sweeping 
Through  the  bright   and   changeless 
years ; 
O  !  I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 
"  Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary  be  at  rest." 


3  Poor  pagans  sleep 

In  their  gloom  so  deep. 
Not  a  star  lends  its  feeble  ray  ; 
But  rays  divine 
On  your  pathway  shine. 
And  you  bask  in  the  bright  broad  day. 

4  Then  pray  and  toil 
For  a  little  while. 

And  the  wants  of  the  world  supply  ; 
Do  all  you  can, 
Whether  child  or  man, 
For  the  night  of  the  grave  draws  nigh. 

T  A 
^X^«  Music — Hymnal,  144.  '       ' 

IjlEOM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
'       From  India's  coral  strand. 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Eoll  down  their  golden  sand. 
From  many  an  ancient  river. 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  thouglj  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylons  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases. 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown. 
The  heathen,  m  their  blindness. 

Bow  down  to  wood  and  stone. 


ivIlSSIONARY, 

3  Shal]  W8,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted, 

The  lump    of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  O  salvalionl 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story. 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Kedeemer,  King,  Creator. 

In  bliss  returns  to  roijrn. 


197 


MISSIONARY. 


199 


213. 


Music — Golden  Chain,  20. 


FAR  out  upon  the  prairie, 
How  many  children  dwell, 
Who  never  read  the  Bible, 

Or  hear  the  Sabbath  bf  11  ; 
And  when  the  holy  morning 

Wakes  us  to  sing  and  pray, 
Thf^y  spend  the  precious  moments 
In  idleness  and  play. 
Chorus. 
Far  out  upon  the  prairie 

How  many  children  dwell, 
Who  never  read  the  Bible, 
Or  hear  the  Sabbath  bell ; 


2  Here,  in  thishappy  land,  we  have  the  light 
Shining  from  God's  own  word,  free,  pure 

and  bright ; 
Shall  we  not  send  to  them  Bibles  to  read, 
Teachers,  and  preachers,  and  all  that  they 
need? 
Cho. — Pity  them,  &c. 

3  Then  while  the  mission  ships  glad  tidings 

bring. 
List  I  as  that  heathen  band  joyfully  sing, 
"  Over  the  ocean  wave,  oh  !  see  them  corne, 
Bringing  the  bread    of  life,    guiding    us 

home." 

Cho. — Pity  them,  &c. 


215. 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  417, 


Some  are  sowing  their  seed  in  the  daylight  fair  ; 
They  are  sowing  seed  in  the  noonday's  glare  ; 
They  are  sowing  seed  in  the  soft  twilight  ; 
They  are  sowing  their  seed  in  the  solemn  night. 

Chorus. 
What  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 
What  shall  the  harvest  be? 
What  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 
What  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 


198  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

2  I  wish  that  I  could  tell  them 

How  Jesus  came  to  die. 
When  he  for  little  children 

Left  his  bright  throne  on  high  ; 
And  all  the  sad,  sad  story 

Of  sorrow  which  he  bore. 
When  for  his  crown  of  glory 

A  crown  of  thorns  he  wore. — Cho. 

3  And  so  each  morn  and  evening, 

Whene'er  I  kneel  in  prayer,  ~\ 
I'll  ask  the  gracious  Saviour 

To  send  his  gospel  there  ; 
That  in  the  glorious  city 

In  which  he  dwells  above, 
We  all  may  sing  together 

Of  his  redeeming  love. — Cho. 


200 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


214. 
O 


Music — Golden  Chain,  41. 


VEK  the  ocean  wave,  far,  far  away,  _ 
There  the  poor  heathen  live,   waiting 
for  day  : 


Groping  in  ignorance,  dark  as  the  night, 
No  blessed  Bible  to  give  them  the  light. 

Chorus. 
Pity  them,  pity  them.  Christians  at  home , 
Haste  with  the  bread  of  life,"  hasten  and 


2  Some  are  sowing  their  seed  of  word  and  deed. 
Which  the  cold  know  not,  nor  the  careless  heed  ; 
'Oh  !  the  gentle  word,  and  the  kindest  deed, 
That  have  blest  the  sad  heart  in  its  sorest  need. 

Sweet  shall  the  harvest  be,  etc. 

3  Some  are  sowing  the  seed  of  noble  deed. 
With  a  sleepless  watch  and  an  earnest  heed  ; 
With  a  ceaseless  hand  in  the  earth  they  sow. 
And  the  fields  are  all  whitening  where'er  they  go. 

Rich  will  the  harvest  be,  etc. 

4  Whether  sown  in  the  darkness,  or  sown  in  the  light; 
Whether  sown  in  weakness,  or  sown  in  might ; 
Whether  sown  in  meekness,  or  sown  in  wrath, 

In  the  broadest  highway  or  the  shadowy  path- 
Sure  will  the  harvest  be.  &c. 


216 
B 


H.M. 

Music — Golden  Censer,  117. 

LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow — 

The  gladly  solemn  sound 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bounds. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 

Return,  ye  ransom 'd  sinners,  home. 


MISSIONARY. 


201 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


203 


217 

N 


2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  G-od, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb  : 
Redemption  by  his  blood 

Through  all  the  lands  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  The  gospel  trumpet  hear. 

The  news  of  pardoning  grace  ; 
Ye  iiappy  souls  draw  naar, 

Behold  your  Saviour's  face  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonemqjit  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

7,6s. 

Music — Choral  Jlarp^   136. 

OW  be  the  gospel  banner 
In  every  land  unfurled, 
And  be  the  shout,  Hosannna  ! 

Re-echoed  through  the  world  ; 
Till  every  isle  and  nation. 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 


3  We  are  but  young — yet  we  must  die, 
Perhaps  our  latter  end  is  nigh ; 
Lord,  may  we  early  seek  thy  grace, 
And  find  in  Christ  a  hiding-place  ! 

4  We  are  but  young — we  need  a  guide, 
Tesus,  in  thee  we  would  confide ; 
Oh,  lead  us  in  the-'path  of  truth, 
Protect  and  bless  our  helpless  youth. 


219. 


L.M. 


Music — Brightest  and  Best,  page  ii8.     - 

To  God  be  the  glory,  great  things  He  hath  done. 
So  loved  He  the  world  that  He  gave  us  His  son  ; 
"Who  yielded  His  life  an  atonement  for  sin, 
And  opened  the  life  gate  that  all  may  go  in. 

Refkain. 
Praise  the  Lord,  praise  the  Lord, 

Let  the  earth  hear  His  voice  ; 
Praise  the  Lord,  praise  the  Lord, 
Let  the  people  rejoice. 
Oh,  come  to  the  Father,  through  Jesus  the  Son 
And  give  Him  the  glory,  great  things  He  hath  done. 

Oh  perfect  redemption,  the  purchase  of  blood. 

To  every  believer  the  promise  of  God ; 

The  vilest  offender  who  truly  believes, 

That  moment  from  Jesus  a  pardon  receives. — Ref. 

Great  things  He  has  taught  us,  great  things  He  hath 
And  great  our  rejoicing  thro'  Jesus  the  Son;  [done; 
But  purer,  and  higher,  and  greater  will  be 
Our  wonder,  our  transport,  when  Jesus  we  see. 

—Ref. 


202 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


2  What  though  the  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine, 
His  arm  throughout  their  regions, 

Shall  soon  resplendent  shine  ; 
Ride  on,  O  Lord,  victorious, 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  Peace, 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious ; 

Thy  empire  still  increase. 

?  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  forever, 

O  Je«us,  King  of  Kings  ; 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor. 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings  : 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise  ; 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 


MISCELLANEO  US. 


218. 
W 


L.M. 


E  are  but  young — yet  we  may  sing 
The  praises  of  our  heavenly  King ; 
He  made  the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky, 
And  all  the  starry  worlds  on  high. 

I  "We  are  but  young — yet  we  have  heard 
The  gospel  news,  the  heavenly  Word; 
If  we  despise  the  only  way, 
Dreadful  will  be  the  judgment  daj 


204:  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

^^^  C.  M. 

220.        Mti.ic— Choral  Harp,  156. 

IET  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  and  sing  ; 
_J     Let  choral  anthems  rise  ; 
Ye  rev'rend  men  and  children  bring 
To  God  your  sacrifice. 
Chorus. 
For  he  is  good  ; 
The  Lord  is  good. 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways  ; 
With  t-ongs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

The  Lord  Jehovah  praii-:e. 
While  the  rocks  and  the  rills, 
While  the  vales  and  the  hills, 

A  glorious  anthem  raise  : 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song, 
II  And  the  God  of  our  father's  praise.  |j 

2  He  bids  the  sun  to  rise  and  set ; 
In  heav'n  his  pow'r  is  known; 
And  earth  subdued  to  him,  shall  yet 
Bow  low  before  his  throne. — Cho. 


221. 

M 


Ilusic — Frcs.h  Laurels,  24. 


ARCH  along  together. 
Ever  firm  and  true. 
Many  eyes  are  watching, 

Taking  note  of  you. 
Pleasant  winds  or  foul  ones. 
Cloudy  days  or  bright, 
Keep  to  the  right,  boys, 
Keep  to  the  right. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Kaise  on  higli  your  banner, 

That  its  folds  may  fly, 
Like  the  wing  of  eagle 

Sweeping  to  the  sky. 

If  you  wish  to  conquer 

Every  foe  you  fight, 

Keep  to  the  right,  hoys, 
Keep  to  the  ri^-iit. 

Of  your  heavenly  Father, 

Strength  and  courage  seek  ; 
Swords  are  to  no  purpose 
If  the  heart  be  weak  ! 
Every  arm  endowing 
With  a  warrior's  might, 
Keep  to  the  right,  boys, 
Keep  to  the  right ! 

Love  should  be  your  motto, 

Duty  be  your  aim ; 
Ever  ''overcoming," 

Till  a  crown  you  claim  ; 
For  a  fame  undying 

Strive  with  all  your  might, 
Keep  to  the  right,  boys, 
Keep  to  the  right. 


205 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


207 


^^^^    Book  of  Praise^ 


227. 


8,7,4. 


EAD  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us, 
_J  O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea  ; 
Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us. 


Precious  is  the  blood  that  healed  ub, 
Perfect  is  the  grace  that  sealed  us, 
Strong  the  hand  stretched  forth  to  shield 
us  ; 
All  must  be  well. 

2  Though  we  pass  through  tribulation, 

All  will  be  well ; 
Ours  is  such  a  full  salvation, 

All,  ail  is  well ! 
Happy,  still  to  God  confiding,  ' 

Fruitful,  if  in  Christ  abiding. 
Holy,  through  the  Spirit's  guiding  ; 

All  must  be  well  ! 

5  We  expect  a  bright  to-morrow, 

All  will  ba*  well ; 
Faith  can  sing  through  days  of  sorrow 

All,  all  is  well! 
On  our  Father's  love  relying, 
Jesus  every  need  supplying, 
Or  in  living,  or  in  dying. 

All  must  be  well. 


225. 


8,7's. 


Music — Hymnal,    53. 

OKD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
A     Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace; 

O  refresh  us. 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 


20G  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

For  we  have  no  help  but  thee  ; 

Yet  possessing 

Every  blessing, 
If  our  God  our  Father  be. 

2  Saviour,  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us  ; 
All  our  weakness  thou  dost  know  ; 
Thou  did'st  tread  this  earth  before  us, 
Thou  did'st  feel  its  keenest  woe  ; 
Lone  and  dreary, 
Faint  and  weary, 
Through  the  desert  thou  did'st  go. 

223.  Music— Booh  of  Praise,  321. 

OF  thy  love  some  gracious  token 
Grai)t  us,  Lord,  before  we  go ; 
Bless  thy  word  which  has  been  spoken, 

Life  and  peace  on  all  bestow ! 
When  we  join  the  world  again, 
Let  our  hearts  with  th^e  remain  ; 
0  direct  us 
And  protect  us, 
Till  we  gain  the  heavenly  shore 
Where  thy  people  want  no  more. 

224.  Music— Book  of  Praise,  408. 

THEOXJGH  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour, 
All  will  be  well ; 
Free  and  changeless  is  this  favor, 
All,  all  is  well  I 


208 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joylal  sound; 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 
IJs  from  earth  to  call  away.. 

Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay, 

May  we,  ready, 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day. 


226. 

M 


Music — Hymnal,  727. 


8,7's. 


AY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love. 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 

2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord ; 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  aiford. 

^^2^ .Music-Happy  Fozces,  108. P.Iill, 

SAY,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 
Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 
6ay,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


209 


MISCELLANEOUS 


211 


2  By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you 

Where  parting  is  no  more. 

3  Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever, 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever, 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever, 

On  Canaan's  happ}'-  shore. 

4  Glory,  glorv,  halleluiah, 
Glory,  glory,  halleluiah, 
Glory,  glory,  halleluiah. 

For  ever,  evermore. 


228. 


Music — Hymnal,  520. 


7's. 


SOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away ; 
Free  from  care,  froni  labor  free. 

Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee: 
Thou,  whose  all-pervadmg  eye 

Naught  escapes  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity. 
Open  fault  and  secret  sin. 

2  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 

All  of  man's  infirmity  ; 
Now  from  thy  eternal  throne^ 

Jesus,  look  with  pitying  e_^e  ; 
Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 

Shall  forever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 

Take  me.  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 


230. 
M 


231 


MUSIC  /%         A    %^^ 

Golden  Chain,  lOS.     OjTC   S* 
Y  country,  'tis  of  thee. 
Sweet  land  of  liberty. 
Of  thee  I  sing  ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died ; 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride  ; 
From  every  mountain  side 
Let  freedom  ring. 

My  native  country  !  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free. 

Thy  name  I  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills  ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

Like  that  above. 

Let  music  swell  the  breeze. 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song  : 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake  ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 

lis 

Music — Golden  Chain,  56 


CHIDE  mildly  the  erring. 
Kind  language  endears, 
Grief  follows  the  sinful. 
Add  not  to  their  tears  j 


210 

229. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Mudc — Songs  of  Devotion,  642. 

RESCUE  the  perishing, 
Care  for  the  dying, 
Snatch  them  in  pity  from  sin  and  the  grave; 
Weep  o'er  the  erring  o»e, 
Lift  up  the  fallen, 
Tell  them  of  Jesus,  the  mighty  to  save. 
Chorus. 
Rescue  the  perishing.  Care  for  the  dying ; 
Jesus  is  merciful,  Jesus  will  save. 

2  Though  they  are  slighting  him. 

Still  he  is  waiting, 
Waiting  the  penitent  child  to  receive. 

Plead  with  them  earnestly, 

Plead  with  them  gently, 
He  will  forgive  if  they  only  believe. 

3  Down  in  the  human  heart, 

Crushed  by  the  tempter, 
Feelings  He  buried,  that  grace  can  restore. 
Touched  by  a  loving  heart, 
Wakened  by  kindness,  [moreo 

Chords  that  were  broken  will  vibrate  once 

Rescue  the  perishing, 

Duty  demands  it ; 
Strength  for  thy  labor  the  Lord  will  provide. 

Back  to  the  narrow  way 

Patiently  win  them ; 
Tell  the  poor  wand'rer  a  Saviour  has  died. 


212  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

Avoid  with  reproaches 
Fresh  pain  to  bestow, 

The  heart  which  is  stricken 
Needs  never  a  blow. 

2  Chide  mildly  the  erring, 

Jeer  not  at  their  fall, 
If  strength  be  but  human, 

How  weakly  were  all ! 
What  marvel  that  footsteps 

Should  wander  astrav, 
When  tempests  so  shadow 

Life's  wearisome  way. 

3  Chide  mildly  the  erring, 

Entreat  them  with  care. 
Their  natures  are  mortal, 

They  need  not  despair. 
We  all  have  some  frailty, 

We  all  are  unwise. 
The  grace  which  redeems  us 

Must  come  from  the  skies. 

/^Oj^.  Music — Golden  Chain,  70. 

SWEETLY  sing,  sweetly  sing, 
Praises  to  our  heavenly  King ; 
Let  us  raise,  let  us  raise 
High  our  notes  of  praise  ; 
Prpise  to  him  whose  name  is  Love, 
Praise  to  him  who  reigns  above ; 
Eaise  your  songs,  raise  your  songs, 
Now  with  thankful  tongues. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Far  away,  far  away, 

We  in  sin's  dark  valley  lay, 

Jesus  came,  Jesus  came, 

Blessed  be  his  name  ! 

He  redeemed  us  by  his  grace, 

Then  prepared  in  heaven  a  place 

To  receive — to  receive 

All  who  will  believe. 


213 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


215 


233. 
W 


Music — Golden   Chain^  76. 


Eare  joyously  voyaging  over  the  main, 
Bound  for  the  evergreen  shore, 
"Whose  inhabitants  never  of  sickness  com- 
plain, 
And  never  see  death  any  more. 

Chorus. 
Then  let  the  hurricane  roar. 
It  will  the  sooner  be  o'er ; 
We  will  weather  the  blast,  and  will  land 
at  last. 
Safe  on  the  evergreen  shore. 

2  We  have  nothing  to  fear  from  the  wind 
and  the  wave, 
Under  our  Saviour's  command ; 
And  our  hearts  in  the  midst  of  the  dan- 
gers are  brave  ; 
For  Jesus  will  bring  us  to  land. 
Cho. — Then  let  the  hurricane,  &c. 


235, 


Music,  Book  of  Worship,  253. 


WITH  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry  ; 
Thy  pard'niiig  grace  is  rich  and  free : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  I 

2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 

With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  oppressed; 
Christ  and  his  cross  my  only  plea : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

3  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone  , 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee  ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

4  And  when,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell. 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell. 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  has  been  merciful  to  me  ! 

j^tS^*  Music — Golden  S/iower,   74. 

WE'have  come  rejoicing   on  this  happy 
day. 
In  our  Sunday  school   we  dearly  love   to 

stay, 
And  with  voices  blending  in  a  sacred  song, 
We  the  Saviour's  praise  prolong. 


214 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


216 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


8  Let  the  high  heaving  billow  and  moun- 
tainous wave, 
Fearfully  overhead  break  ; 
There  is  one  by  our  side  that  can  comfort 
and  save  ; 
There's  one  who  will  never  forsake. 
Cho. — Then  let  the  hurricane,  &c. 

4  Let  the  vessel  be  wrecked  on  the  rock  or 
the  shoal, 
Sink  to  be  seen  never  more  ; 
He  will  bear,  none  the  less,  every  passen- 
ger SOLtl, 

Safe,  safe  to  the  evergreen  shore. 
Cho. — Then  let  the  hurricane,  &c. 

CM. 

234.  Music— Golden  Chain,  77. 

ONCE  more,  my  soul  !  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound  ; 
Wide  as  the  heaven,  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame, 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 


Chorus. 
There  we  shall  never  grieve  him  more, 
But,  with  the  angels  on  that  shore. 
Strike  the  harps  of  glory  in  a  sweeter  strain, 
And  ever  with  them  praise  his  holy  name. 

2  Thro'  the  week«he's  kept  us,  and  his  smil- 

ing face 
Still  is  beaming  on  us  in  this  happy  place  j 
And  the  gracious    Spirit    from   his    holy 

throne, 
Tells  us  of  a  better  home. 

Cho. — There  we  shall  never,  &c. 

3  Jesus  there  is   smiling,   on   his  Father's 

throne, 
Saying,  "  Come  in  welcome,  come,  for  here 

is  room, 
In  these  shining  mansions,  I  have  still  a 

place. 
Children  hasten  to  my  face." 

Cho. — There  we  shall  never,  &c. 

^fj  I  ,  Music — Golden  Shotcer,   98. 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evening  shades  appear  ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  shall  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possessed. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


217 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


219 


3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
Secure  Irom  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 


238. 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  G28. 

BEOKEN  in  spirit, 
And  laden  with  care, 
Sweet  is  thy  refuge — 
Find  it  in  prayer. 

Chorus— Tell  it  to  Jesus  ;  Tell  it  to  Jesus  ; 
Tell  it  to  Jesus  ;  He  will  give  peace 

2  Art  thou  neglected 

,  And  sighing  to  know 

Joys  tliat  in  friendship 
Tenderly  flow  ? 

Tell  it  to  Jesus,  &c. 

3  Art  thou  recalling 

The  years  that  have  fled  ? 
Weeping  in  sorrow, 
Mourning  the  dead  ? 
Tell  it  to  Jesus,  &c. 


4  Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true  ! 

Keep  the  great  judgment-seat  always  in 

view ; 
Look  at  your  work  as  you'll  look  at  it  then, 
Scanned  oy  Jehovah,  and  angels,  and  men. 
Cho. — Dare^-  dare,  &c. 

5  Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true  ! 
Jesus,  your  Saviour,  will  carry  you  through. 
City,  and  mansion,  and  throne  all  insight, 
ban  you  not  dare  to  be  true  and  do  right? 

Cho. — Dare,  dare,  &c. 

o,7s. 

240  •         3Tusic— Golden   Censer,  21. 

IN  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory. 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  th-  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  a  c;'ive  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  tlie  cross  forsake  me, 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross,  the  radiance  streaming, 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure,  , 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 


218  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

4  Bear  thy  afiliction, 
Whatever  it  be ; 
Jesus,  thy  Saviour, 
Bore  it  for  thee. 
Tell  it  to  Jesus,  &c. 

^f^y.  Music — Golden  Censer,  8. 

DARE  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true  I 
You  have  a  work  that  no  other  can  do, 
Do  it  so  bravely,  so  kindly,  so  well. 
Angels  will  hasten  the  story  to  tell. 

Chorus. 
Dare,  dare,  dare  to  do  right ! 
Dare,  dare,  dare  to  be  true ! 
Dare  to  be  true  !  dare  to  be  true  ! 

2  Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true  ! 
Other  men's  failures  can  never  save  you ; 
Stand  by  your  conscience,  your  honor,  your 

faith  ; 
Stand  like  a  hero,  and  battle  till  death. 
Cho. — Dare,  dare,  &c. 

3  Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true  ! 
God,  who  created  you,  cares  for  you  too ; 
Treasures  the  tears  that  his  striving  ones 

shed, 
Counts  and  protects  every  hair   of  your 
head. 
Cho. — Dare,  dare,  &c. 


220 


PRECIOUS    HYMFS. 


5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  lights  of  sacred  story_ 
Gather  round  its  head  sublime. 


241 


Music — Calvary  Songs,  page  33* 
Thou  art  my  Shepherd, 
Caring  in  every  need 
Thy  little  lamb  to  feed, 

Trusting  thee  still ; 
In  the  green  pastures  low, 
Where  living  waters  flow, 
Safe  by  thy  side  I  go. 

Fearing  no  ill. 

Or  if  my  way  lie 

Where  death  o'erhanging  nigh 

My  soul  would  terrify 

With  sudden  chill, — 
Yet  I  am  not  afraid ; 
While  softly  on  my  head 
Thy  tender  hand  is  laid, 

I  fear  no  ill ! 


242.' 


J 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  635. 

ESUS,  my  Saviour,  Cleanse  me  from  sin ; 
Make  me  thy  temple :  Dwell  thou  therein 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


221 


lIISCELLA;NrEOTT=?. 


A^'^cir 


Gentle  and  holy,  Loving  and  mild, 
Make  me  to  worship  Thee,  as  a  child. 

Chorus. 
Jesus,  thou  only  Canst  comfort  me  when  lonely; 
O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  Draw  near  unto  me. 

2  Longing  for  something-^Earth  can  not  give  ; 
Hoping  and  striving,  Daily  I  live. 

But  in  thy  presence  Conflict  must  cease  ; 
Saviour,  dear  Saviour,  Grant  me  thy  peace. 

3  Cleanse  me,  oh  cleanse  me  From  every  stain, 
Near  me,  oh  near  me,  Ever  remain. 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  Never  depart : 
Make  thy  pure  temple  Here  in  my  heart. 

94-9  ^ 

^A^Sl^n     Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  630. 

WE  praise  thee,  O  God !  for  the  Son  of 
thy  love, 
For  Jesus  who  died,  and  is  now  gone  above. 

CHORUS. 
Hallelujah!  Thine  the  glory,  Hallelujah!   Amen. 
Hallelujah!  Thine  the  glory,  Revive  us  agciin. 

2  We  praise  thee,  O  God !   for  thy  Spirit  of 

light, 
Who  has  shown  us  our  Saviour,  and  scattered 
our  night. 

3  All  o-lory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb  that  was 

slain. 
Who  has  borne  all  our  sins,  and  has  cleansed 
every  stain. 


Trusting  Him  while  life  shall  last. 
Trusting  Him  till  earth  is  past  ; 
Till  within  the  jasper  wall. 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. — Cho. 


244. 


Music —  Golden   Censer , 


OWE  are  volunteers  in  the  army  of  the 
Lord, 
Forming  into  line  at  our  Captain's  word  ; 
We  are  under  marching  orders  to  take  the 

battle-field, 
And  we'll  ne'er  give  o'er  the  fight    'till 
the  foe  shall  yield. 

Chorus. 
Come  and  join  the  army,  the  army  of  the 

Lord, 
Jesus  is  our  Captain,  we  rally  at  his  word  ; 
Sharp  will  be  the  conflict  with  the  pow'rs 

of  sin, 
But  with  such  a  Leader,  we  are  sure  to  win. 

2  0,  glorious   is  the  struggle  in  which  we 
draw  the  sworu. 
Glorious  in  the  kingdom   of  Christ,   our 
Lord  : 


222 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


224 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


4  Revive  us  again ;    fill  each  heart  with   thy 

love ; 
May   each  soul   be   rekindled  with   fire   from 

above. 


243. 

Music — (9;  H.  &^  S.  Songs  No.  2,page  j_5. 

Simply  trusting  every  day, 
Trusting  thro'  a  stormy  way  ; 
Even  when  my  faith  is  small, 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

Cho. — Trusting  as  the  moments  fly, 
Trusting  as  the  days  go  by; 
Trusting  Him,  whate'er  befall. 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. 

Brightly  doth  His  Spirit  shine 
Into  this  poor  heart  of  mine  ; 
While  He  leads  I  cannot  fall, 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. — Cho. 

Singing,  if  my  way  is  clear  ; 
Praying,  if  the  path  is  drear  ; 
If  in  danger,  for  Him  call, 
Trusting  Jesus,  that  is  all. — Cho. 


It  shall  spread  from  sea  to  sea,   it  shall 
reach  from  shore  to  shore, 

And  his  people  shall  be  blessed  for  ever- 
more. 
Cho. — Come  and  join,  &c. 


245. 


Music — Golden  Censer.,  116. 

GLORY  to  God  in  the  highest ! 
Glory  to  God,  glory  to  God, 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 

Shall  be  our  song  to-day  ; 
Another  year's  rich  mercies  prove 
His  ceaseless  care  and  boundless  love  ,• 
So  let  our  loudest  voices  raise 
Our  Anniversary  song  of  praise. 
Cho. — Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest  I 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

2  Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 
Glory  to  God,  glory  to  God, 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Shall  be  our  song  to-day  ; 
The  song  that  woke  the  glorious  mom 
When  David's  greater  son  was  born, 
Sung  by  an  heavenly  host,  and  we 
Would  join  th'  angelic  company. 
Cho. — Glory  to  God,  &c. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  223 

3  Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 
Glory  to  God,  .e^lory  to  God, 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest  I 

Shall  be  onr  song  to-day; 
And  while  we  with  the  angels  sing, 
Gifts,  with  the  wise  men,  let  us  bring 
Unto  the  Babe  of  Bethlehem, 
And  oft'er  our  young  hearts  to  him. 
Oho.— Glory  to  God,  &c. 

4  Glory  to  God  in  the  highest  ! 
Glory  to  God,  glory  to  God, 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

Shall  be  our  song  to-day. 
O,  may  we,  an  unbroken  band, 
Around  the  throne  of  Jesus  stand, 
And  there  with  angels  and  the  throng 
Of  his  redeemed  ones,  join  the  song. 
Oho— Glory  to  God,  &c. 

ia40,  ^ook  of  "Worsh/j),  209.  SJ7^Sm 

ALWAYS  with  us,  always  with  us. 
Words  of  cheer  and  words  of  love  • 
^      Thus  the  risen  Saviour  whispers  ' 

From  his  dwelling-place  above. 
2  With  us  when  we  toil  in  sadness, 
Sowing  much  and  reaping  none  • 
Telling  us  that  in  the  future 
Golden  harvests  shall  be  won. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


227 


5  With  thee,  when  darlvness  brings 
The  signal  of  repose  ; 
Calm  in  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Mine  eyelids  I  would  close. 


248. 


MUSIC 

Book  of   Worship^  483. 


lO's. 


ABIDE  with  me!     Fast  falls  thee  vcntide, 
The  darkness  deepens — Lord,  with  me 
^  abide ! 

When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me  ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day ; 
Earth's  joys    grow  dim,   its    glories  pass 

away  : 
Ohange  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see ; 

0  thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me  ! 

3  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour  : 
What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power? 
Who  like   thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can 

be? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine.  Lord,  abide 

with  me. 

4  I  fear  no  foe,  with  thee  at  hand  to  bless  ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitter- 
ness : 
e  is  d 
victory  ? 

1  triumph  still,  if  thou  abide  with  me. 


226 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


228 


3  With  us  when  the  storm  is  sweeping 

O'er  our  pathway  dark  and  drear; 
Waking  hope  within  our  bosoms, 
Stilling  every  anxious  fear. 

4  With  us  in  the  lonely  valley. 

When  we  cross  the  chilling  stream  ; 
Lighting  up  the  steps  to  glory 
With  salvation's  radiant  beam. 


247. 

S 


Book  of  Worship,   360. 


S.M, 


TILL  with  thee,  O  my  God, 

I  would  desire  to  be ; 
By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  would  be  still  with  thee  : 


2  With  thee,  when  dawn  comes  in, 

And  calls  me  back  to  care  ; 
Eacji  day  returning  to  begin 
With  thee,  my  God,  in  prayer  : 

3  With  thee,  amid  the  crowd 

That  throngs  the  busy  mart. 
To  ])ear  thy  voice,  'mid  clamor  loud, 
Speak  softly  to  my  heart  : 

4  With  thee,  when  day  is  done. 

And  evening  calms  the  mind  : 
The  setting  as  the  rising  sun 
With  thee  my  heart  would  find. 


249. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

Book  of  Worship,  574.    S,!M[, 


A  FEW  more  years  shall  roll, 
A  few  more  seasons  come, 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest. 
Asleep  within  the  tomb. 

Oho. — ^Then,  O  my  Lord  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  great  day  ; 
O  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood. 
And  take  my  sins  away. 

2  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 
On  thir;  wild,  rocky  shore, 
And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more. 

Cho.— Then,  O  my  Lord,  &c. 

Z  A  few  more  struggles  here, 
A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more. 

Cho. — Then,  0  my  Lord,  &c. 

4  A  few  more  Sabbaths  here 
Shall  cheer  us  on  our  vv^a^- : 
And  we  shall  reach  the  endless  rest,. 
Th'  eternal  Sabbath  day. 

Cho.— Then,  O  my  Lord,  &c. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


229 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


231 


250, 


3Iusic — Singing  Pilgrim^  25. 


TlfTE'YE  listed  in  a  holy  war, 
V  ?        Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
Ey-ernal  life,  eternal  joj^, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
C HO.— We'll  work  'till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  work  'till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  work  'till  Jesus  comes. 
And  then  we'll  rest  at  hoihe. 

2  Under  our  Captain,  Jesus  Christ, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
We've  listed  for  this  mortal  life, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
Cho.— We'll  work,  &c. 

3  We'll  fight  against  the  powers  of  sin, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  I 
In  favor  of  our  heavenly  King, 
Battling  for  the  Lord! 
Cho.— We'll  work,  &c 

4  And  when  our  warfare  here  is  o'er. 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
This  strife  we'll  leave,  and  war  no  more, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
Cho.— We'll  work,  &c. 

6  Our  friends  and  kindred  there  we'll  meet, 
On  the  heavenly  shore  ! 
And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet 
On  the  heavenly  shore  ! 
Cho.— We'll  work,  &c. 


His  faithful  friend  I  ought  to  be, 
Since  he  has  shown  such  love  for  me. 

3  Stand  up  for  Jesus  ?  yes,  I  must, 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  hope,  my  trust; 
My  joy,  my  crown,  my  all,  is  he, 
Who,  dying,  conquered  death  for  me. 

4  Stand  up  for  Jesus  ?  O,  I  will ; 
His  love  my  inmost  soul  shall  fill ; 
For  now,  with  joy,  I  see,  I  see. 
How  Jesus  once  stood  up  for  me. 


252.' 


L.M. 


AS  pants  the  hart  for  water  brooks, 
So  pants  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee ; 
For  thee  it  thirsts,  to  thee  it  looks. 
And  longs  the  living  God  to  see. 

2  Oh  why  art  thou  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 
And  what  should  so  disquiet  thee? 
Still  hope  in  God,  and  him  extol. 

Whose  face  brings  saving  health  to  thee. 

CM. 

Mndc — Song%  of  Devotion,  250. 

FATHEE,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 
No  other  help  I  know ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah,  whither  shall  I  go  ? 


253. 


230 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


232 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


^^X»  Music — Happy   Voices^  209. 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowing. 
Cho. — I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 

I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining  ! 

Oh  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is 

there  ; 
Here  in  this  country,  so  dark  and  dreary, 
I  long  have  wandered,  forlorn  and  weary. 
Cho. — I'm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 

3  There's  the  city  to  which  I  journey; 

My  Kedeemer,  my  Kedeemer  is  its  light  I 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  sin  there,  nor  any  dying ! 
Cho. — I'm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 


252. 


Music — Sabbath  Songs,  85. 

STAND  up  for  Jesus  ?  well  I  may. 
For  when,  condemned  to  death,  I  lay 
A  sin-bound  soul,  he  set  me  free. 
By  dying  on  the  cross  for  me, 
2  Stand  up  for  Jesus  ?  sure  I  ought ; 
His  precious  blood  my  ransom  wrought. 


2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath  I 
What  pain,  what  labor  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death. 

3  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes  ; 
Oh,  may  I  now  receive  that  gift : 
My  soul,  without  it,  dies. 


253. 


CM 


T  WAITED  for  the  Lord,  my  God, 
-*-     And  patiently  did  bear  ; 
At  length  to  me  he  did  incline, 
My  voice  and  cry  to  hear. 

2  He  took  me  from  a  fearful  pit. 

And  from  the  miry  clay. 
And  on  a  rock  he  set  my  feet. 
Establishing  my  way. 

3  He  put  a  new  song  in  my  mouth, 

Our  God  to  magnify ; 
Many  shall  see  it,  and  shall  fear, 
And  on  the  Lord  rely. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


2S3 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


235 


2o4:.    Music— Hymnal,   567.     L.^IVT. 

BEHOLD  a  Stranger  at  the  door  ! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before, 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still, 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  O  lovel}^  attitude,  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands, 
0  matchless  kindness,  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  ! 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 

He  will, — the  very  fricjnd  you  need;      ' 
The  Pricnd  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Eise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, — 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 

.  That  soul-destroying  monster  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn. 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand, 

Bell,  89.      7'S. 


Ao^i 


Music — S.   S. 


HARK,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hoar  his  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
"Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?" 


2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  wondering  angels  see  ; 
Be  thou  astonish 'd,  O  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep  ; 

Each  sin  demands  a  t(;ar  ; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
4  And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


257. 

M 


Music- 


CM. 

-If'/i>mal,  24L 


UST  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone. 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 


2  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear. 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

3  Upon  the  crystal  pavement  down, 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet. 
Joyful  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown, 
And  his  dear  name  repeat. 

4  O  precious  cross  !   O  glorious  crown  I 

O  resurrection  day  ! 
Let  angels  from  thy  throne  come  down. 
And  bear  my  soul  away. 


234 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


2  "  I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And,  when  wounded,  healed  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  the  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be. 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee.  ■ 

4  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Eree  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
W^hen  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore. 

Oh  for  grace  to  love  thee  more. 


256. 
I) 


S.M, 

3Iusic — S.  S.  Banner,  83. 


ID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep. 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 


236  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

OKQ  ^-  ^- 

^00«  Music — Hymnal,  503. 

I  LOVE  to  steal  a  while  away 
From  every  cumb'ring  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  pray'r. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear. 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heav'n  ; 
The  prospect  does  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempests  driv'n. 

5  Thus  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  dav. 

C.  M. 

259.      Music— Book  of  Worshij),   344. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 
And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal. 
And  an  immortal  crown. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


2311 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


2S9 


2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  tliG  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  Grod's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  hright, 

"Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
"When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  Blest  Saviour  !  introduced  by  thee, 

Have  we  our  race  begun  : 
And  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
We'll  lav  our  laurels  down. 

o/>/^      "  C.  M. 

afOsJm     Music— Book  of  Worship,  422. 


0 


ISr  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 


2  Oh,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight ; 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight  I 


3  Onward,  still  onward,  my  refuge  andguide, 
Gladly  my  way  I  pursue  ; 
Bright  is  my  path  while  I  walk  ty  thy  side, 
Thou  wilt  my  courage  renew. 
Cho. — Nearer  the  kingdom,  &c. 

^|3^,  Music — Fresh  Laurels,   56. 

IF  we  knew,  when  walking  tho'tless 
Thro'  the  crowded,  noisy  way, 
That  some  pearl  of  wond'rous  whiteness 

Close  beside  our  pathway  lay, 
We  would  pause  when  now  we  hasten, 

We  would  often  look  around, 
Lest  our  careless  feet  should  trample 
Some  rare  jewel  in  the  ground. 

2  If  we  knew  what  lives  were  darken 'd 

By  some  thoughtless  word  of  ours, 
Which  had  ever  lain  upon  them, 

Like  the  frost  upon  the  flowers, 
O  with  what  sincere  repentings, 

With  what  anguish  of  regret. 
While  our  eyes  were  overflowing. 

We  would  cry,  "  forgive,  forget." 

8  If  we  knew  !  Alas  !  and  do  we 

Ever  care  or  seek  to  know, 
Whether  bitter  herbs  or  roses 

In  our  neighbors'  gardens  grow? 
God  forgive  us  !  lest  hereafter 

Our  hearts  break  to  hear  him  say 
"Careless  child,  I  never  knew  you, 

From  my  presence  flee  away." 


238 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


3  There  generous  fruits,  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vales, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  On  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds  nor  pois'nous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  : 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death. 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 


261. 


Music — Fresh  Laurels.  49. 


BLESSED  Redeemer,  how  precious  thou 
art, 
Full  of  compassion  and  grace  ; 
Sweet  IS  the  music  of  joy  to  my  heart, 
Cheered  by  the  smile  of  thy  face. 
Cho. — Nearer  the  kingdom  of  glory  to-day, 
Nearer,  my  Father,  nearer  to  thee, 
Upward  my  spirit  is  soaring  away. 
Pleasure  immortal  I  see. 

2  Shadows  of  darkness  no  longer  I  fear, 
Jesus,  I  know  thou  art  mine; 
Hark !  'tis  the  anthem  of  rapture  I  hearj 
Wafted  from  regions  divine. 
Cho. — Nearer  the  kingdom,  &c. 


240 


263. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

8,6s. 

Music — Fresh  Laurels,  65. 


WHEN  he  Cometh,  when  he  cometh, 
To  make  up  his  jewels. 
All  his  jewels,  precious  jewels. 
His  lov'd  and  his  own  : 

Cho. — Like  the  stars  of  the  morning, 
His  bright  crown  adorning, 
They  shall  shine  in  their  beauty, 
Bright  gems  for  his  crown. 

2  He  will  gather,  he  will  gather 

The  gems  for  his  kingdom  ; 
All  the  pure  ones,  all  the  bright  ones. 
His  lov'd  and  his  own. 

Cho. — Like  the  stars,  &c. 

3  Little  children,  little  children 

Who  love  their  Redeemer, 
Are  the  jewels,  precious  jewels. 
His  lov'd  and  his  own. 
Cho. — Like  the  stars,  &c. 


264. 
I 


Music- 


CM. 

■Golden  Censer,  87. 


SAW  One  hanging  on  a  tree 
In  agonies  and  blood. 
Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me. 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


241 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


24:3 


Chorus. 
O,  the  Lamb,  t]ie  loving  Lamb, 

The  Lamb  upon  Calvary, 
The  Lamb  that  was  slain  and  liveth  again 

To  intercede  for  me. 

2  Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath 
Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death,  . 
Tho'  not  a  word  he  spoke. 
Cho. — 0,  the  Lamb,  &c. 

8  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  my  guilt. 
And  plunged  me  in  despair  ; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 
Cho. — 0,  the  Lamb,  &c. 

4  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

'■ '  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid ; 

I  die  that  thou  may 'st  live." 

Cho. — O,  the  Lamb,  &c. 

i&OOe  Music — Book  of  Praise^  41. 

AS  with  gladnesss  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold  ; 
As  with  joy  they  hailed  its  light. 
Leading  onward,  beaming  bright ; 
So,  most  gracious  God  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  by  thee. 


2  But  beyond  that  vale  of  tears 
Lies  the  land  that  knows  no  fears, 
Where  our  steps  no  more  may  roam, 
Pilgrims,  we  are  going  home  ! 

Cho. — Yes,  we  are,  &c. 

3  Home  to  long  lost  friends  and  dear, 
"Who  are  missed  and  mourned  for  here 

•^   Home  to  endless  peace  and  love, 
In  our  Father's  house  above. 
Cho. — Yes,  we  are,  &c. 

4  Let  not  trifles  by  the  way 
Tempt  our  hearts  or  steps  to  stray 
From  that  narrow  path  and  strait 
Leading  to  the  golden  gate. 

Cho. —  Yes,  we  are,  &c. 

5  No,  our  faith  hath  One  in  view 
Who  was  once  a  pilgrim  too  ; 
From  his  track  we  will  not  roam. 
For  to  Christ  we're  going  home. 

Cho — Yes,  we  are,  &c. 

I  SjOS. 
20  I  •         Mrisic — Happy    Voices,  141 

THEEE  is  beauty  all  around. 
When  there's  love  at  home  ; 
There  is  joy  in  every  sound. 

When  there's  love  at  home. 
Peace  and  plenty  here  abide, 
Smiling  sweet  on  every  side, 


242 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


244 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


\ 


2  As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lowly  manger  bed  ; 
There  to  hend  the  knee  before 

Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore  ; 
So -may  we  with  willing  feet 
Ever  seek  thy  mercy-seat. 

3  As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare ; 
So  may  we  with  holy  joy, 
Pure  and  free  troni  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ,  to  thee,  our  heavenly  King. 

4-  Holy  Jesus  !  every  day 

Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
And,  when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  thy  glory  hide. 

260«         Music— Golden  Shozver,   102. 


w 


E  are  pilgrims  on  the  earth, 

Journeying  onward  from  our  birth ^ 
Every  hour  and  every  breath 
Bring  us  nearer  still  to  death. 

Cho. — Yes,  we  are  pilgrims, 
Yes,  we  are  pilgrims. 
Yes,  we  are  pilgrims 
On  our  journey  home. 


Time  doth  softly,  sweetly  glide, 
When  there's  love  at  home. 

Cho. — Love  at  home,  love  at  home  ; 

Time  doth  softly,  sweetly  glide, 
When  there's  love  at  home. 

2  Kindly  heaven  smiles  above, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 
All  the  earth  is  iilled  with  love, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 
Sweeter  sings  the  brooklet  by, 
Brighter  beams  the  azure  sky  ; 
Oh,  there's  One  who  smiles  on  high, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 
Cho. — Love  at  home,  &c. 

3  Jesus,  show  thy  mercy  mine. 

Then  there's  love  at  home  ; 
Sweetly  whisper,  I  am  thine, 

Then  there's  love  at  home. 
Source  of  love,  thy  cheering  light 
Far  exceeds  the  sun  so  bright — 
Can  dispel  the  gloom  of  night  ; 

Then  there's  love  at  home. 
Cho. — Love  at  home,  &c. 


268. 
H 


ASTE,  my  dull  soul,  a 
Cast  off  thy  care, 
Press  to  thy  native  skiea. 
Mighty  in  prayer. 


6,4's. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  24:3 

Jesus  has  gone  before, 
Count  all  thy  troubles  o'er, 
He  who  thy  burden  bore, 
Jesus  is  there. 

2  Soul,  for  the  marriage-feast, 

Eobe  and  prepare, 
Pureness  becomes  each  guest; 

Jesus  is  there. 
Saints,  wave  your  victory  palms, 
Chant  your  celestial  psalms  ; 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  thy  charms 

Oh,  let  us  wear  ! 

3  Heaven's  bliss  is  perfect,  pure, 

Glory  is  there ; 
Heaven's  bliss  is  ever  sure, 

^Thou  art  its  heir. 
"What  makes  its  joy  complete  ? 
'  What  makes  its  hymns  so  sweet? 
There  our  best  Friend  we'll  meet, 
Jesus  is  there.  fj 

£^^3^9      Music— Book  of  Worship,  561. 

'rniS  religion  that  can  give, 
JL      In  the  light,  in  the  light — 
Sweetest  pleasure  while  we  live 

In  the  light  of  God. 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 

In  the  light,  in  the  light — 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die, 

In  the  light  of  God. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


247 


Lord,  break  the  fatal  chain, 
And  all  my  bonds  remove  ; 

Nor  let  one  bosom  sin  remain. 
To  keep  me  from  thy  love. 


271 


Music — Book  of  Wo7\ 


CM. 

. ,  226. 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and — O,  amazing  love  1 — 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above. 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O,  for  this  love  let  rOcks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongue» 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes. 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 


246 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


248 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Cho. 


-Let  us  walk  in  the  light. 
In  the  light,  in  the  light ; 

Let  us  walk  in  the  light, 
In  the  light  of  God. 


2  After  death  its  joys  shall  be — 
In  the  light,  in  the  light ; 
Lasting  as  eternitv, 
In  the  light  of  God. 
•   Be  the  living  God  my  Friend 
In  the  light,  in  the  light ; 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end, 
In  the  light  of  God. 
Cho. — Let  us  w^alk,  &t'. 


270. 


Music — Hymnal,  320. 


S.  M. 


OH,  whither  should  I  go. 
Burdened,  and  sick,  and  faint  ? 
To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show. 
And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 

My  Saviour  bids  me  come, 

Ah,  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home 

And  yet  from  him  I  stay. 

What  worldly  tie  must  break, 

What  idol  yet  depart, 
Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 
.Possession  of  my  heart? 


272 


P.M. 

Music — Book  of  Worship,  419. 

FKIEND  after  friend  departs  : 
Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 

That  finds  not  here  an  end  : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest. 
Living  or  dying,  n'one  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  tke  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath. 
Nor  life's  affection  transient  fire. 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love, 

Formed  for  the  good  alone  : 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

0*7^  a  Sicilian  Hymn. 

^  i  O*     3Iusic—Book  of  Worship,  243. 

SAVIOUR  !  visit  thy  plantation  ; 
Grant  us.  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ; 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance — 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high. 
Lest,  for  w;mt  of  thy  assistance. 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 


MISCELLANEOUS 


249 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


251 


S  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us' prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  enticing  snares. 

4  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power  : 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh, 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 


273J 


Music— Hymnal,  289. 


OH,  that  I  knew  the  secret  place, 
Where  I  might  find  my  God ; 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

^  2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 
What  sorrows  I  sustain, 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

S  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 
To  wrestle  with  my  God  ; 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake. 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

4  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 
And  banish  every  fear  ; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 


"Work  when  the  day  grows  brighter, 
Work  in  the  glowing  sun  ; 

Work,  for  tJie  night  is  coming, 
When  man's  work  is  done. 

2  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  thro'  the  sunny  noon  ; 
Fill  brightest  hours  v^ith  labor, 
-  Eest  comes  sure  and  soon ; 
Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store  ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

3  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies  ; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  daylight  flies  ; 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more  ; 
Work  while  the  night  is  dark'ning, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 


275. 


Music — Book  of  Worship, 


CM. 

321. 


A   MAZING  grace — how  sweet  the  sound- 
Ji'\.     That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found  ; 
Wus  blind,  but  now  I  see. 


250 


PRECIOUS     HYMNS 


252 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


273 
O 


L.M. 

Music — Book  of  Worship,  357. 

THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone, 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Eest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  ; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind. 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin. 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
I  can  not  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  cross  all  stained  with  h allow' d  blood. 
The  labor  .of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power, 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 
Bring,  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour. 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

^  I  TC.     Music — N'etv  Golden  Shower,  68. 

WOEK,  for  the  night  is  coming, 
Work  thro'  the  morning  hours; 
Work,  while  the  dew  is  sparkling, 
Work  'mid  springing  flow'rs  ; 


2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
But  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 


276. 


Sonffs  of  Gladness,  141. 

JESUS  hath  sought  us  ; 
Jesus  hath  sought  us  ; 
Joyful  hosannas  to  him  let  us  raise  ; — 
Cheerily  singing, 
Merrily  ringing, 
Anthems,  loud  anthems,  of  jubilant  praise. 
Chorus. 
Joyfully  praise  him  ! 
Cheerfnlly  raise  him 
Glad  songs  and  loud  hosannas 
Shall  ascend  to  Jesus  above  from  Bethany 
School ! 
Joyfully  praise  him  ! 
Cheerfully  raise  him 
Songs  of  thanksgiving  to  Jesus  above  from. 
Bethany  School  I 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


253 


2  Kind  friends  have  taught  us, 
Jesus  hath  brougkt  us 

Under  this  roof  where  we  gather  to-day ; 

Gracious  Jehovah, 

Guide  and  watch  over  ; 
Look  on  thy  children  in  mercy,  we  pray. 

Cho. — Joyfully  praise  him  !  &c. 

3  Keep  us  and  guide  us  ; 
Kindly  provide  us 

Comfort  and  strength  for  each  step  ot  the  way ; 

Mercy  and  blessing. 

Thy  favor  expressing, 
Keep  us  in  love  for  eternity's  day. 

Cho. — Joyfully  praise  him  !  &c. 

4  When  thou  hast  led  us. 
Taught  us,  and  fed  us, 

Strengthened  our  hearts,  as  we've  journeyed 

along, 
•  Then,  gracious  Father, 

Thy  children  gather. 
Joining  in  chorus  of  heaven's  new  song. 

Cho. — Joyfully  praise  him  !  &c. 


277. 


PSALM. 


L.M. 


HOW  blest  the  man  whose  sins  the  Lord 
Has  pardoned  in  his  grace, 
Ail  whose  transgressions  are  removed, 
And  covered  from  his  face. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  25S 

^  I  Q,  Mmic — Fresh  Laurels^  30. 

WE   are  marching  on  with   shield  and 
banner  bright, 
We  will  work  for  God  and  battle  for  tho 

right. 
We  will  praise  his  name,  rejoicing  in  his 
might, 
And  we'll  work  till  Jesus  calls. 
In  the  Sunday  school  our  army  we  prepare, 
As  WG  rally  round  our  blessed  standard 

there, 
And  the  Saviour's  cross  we  early  learn  to 
bear, 
While  we  work  till  Jesus  calls. 

Chorus. 
Then  awake,  then  awake, 

Happy  song,  happy  song, 
Shout  for  joy,  shout  for  joy, 
As  we  gladly  march  along. 
We  are  marching  onward,  singing  as  we  go, 
To  the  promised  land  where  living  waters 

flow  ; 
Come  and  join  our  ranks  as  pilgrims  here 
below. 
Come  and  work  till  Jesus  calls. 

2  We  are  marching   on,  our  Captain  ever 
near. 
Will  protect  us  still,  his  gentle  voice  we 
hear  : 


254 


precious  hymns. 


256 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS, 


2  How  blest  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputeth  not  his  sin  ; 
And  in  whose  spirit  is  no  guile, 
Nor  fraud  is  found  therein. 


3  Surely,  when  floods  and  waters  great 
Do  swell  up  to  the  brim, 
They  shall  not  overwhelm  his  soul. 
Nor  once  come  near  to  him. 


277. 


9s. 


JESUS,  most  holy,  pray  I  to  thee. 
My  sinful  fetters,  Lord,  break  from  me, 
Take  this  sad  spirit,  mourning  for  sin, 
Back  to  thy  bosom,  Lord,  take  me  in. 

2  Over  the  mountains  long  have  I  strayed, 
Cold  winds  of  sorrow  round  me  have  played; 
None  to  bring  comfort,  none  have  I  found, 
While  tears  of  anguish  watered  the  ground. 

3  To  this  dear  refuge  now  have  I  fled, 
Jesus,  thy  kind  heart  for  me  hath  bled  ; 
Back  to  thy  bosom  come  I  for  rest, 
Under  thy  kind  wings  sheltered  and  blest. 


Let  the  foe  advance,  we'll  never,  never  fear, 

For  we'll  work  till  Jesus  calls. 
Then   awake,    awake,   our  happy,  happy 

song. 
We  will  shout  for  joy,  and  gladly  march 

along  ; 
In  the  Lord  of  Hosts  let  every  heart  be 
strong. 
While  we  work  till  Jesus  calls. 

Cho. — Then  awake,  &c 

8  We  are  marching  on  the  straight  and  nar- 
row way. 
That  will  lead  to  life  and  everlasting  day, 
To  the  smiling  fields  that  never  will  decay, 

But  we'll  work  till  Jesus  calls. 
We  are  marching  on  and  pressing  toward 

the  prize. 
To  a  glorious  crown  beyond  the  glowing 

skies, 
To  the  radiant  fields  where  pleasure  never 
dies. 
And  we'll  work  till  Jesus  calls.- 

Cho. — Then  awake,  &c. 


279 


MISCELLAxVEOUS. 


PSALM. 


257 


C.  p.  M. 


LOKD,  hear  my  voice,  ray  prayers  attend, 
-brom  earth's  remotest  bound  I  send 

My  supplicating  ciy. 
When  troubles  great  o'erwhelm  my  breast, 
Th^n  lead  me  on  the  Kock  to  rest, 

That  higher  is  than  I. ' 
In  thee  my  soul  hath  shelter  found, 
And  thou  hast  been  from  foes  around 

The  tower  of  my  defense. 
My  house  shall  thy  pavilion  be. 
To  covert  of  thy  wings  I'll  flee' 

And  find  deliverance. 


279J 


I  am  coming  to  the  cross  ; 
'        I  am  poor,  and  weak  and  blind : 
1  am  counting  all  but  dross, 
I  shall  full  salvation  find. 
Chorus. 
I  am  trusting,  Lord,  in  thee, 
Dear  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 
Humbly  at  thy  feet  I  bow  : 
Save  me,  Jesus,  save  me  now. 
2. Long  my  heart  has  sighed  for  thee: 
-Long  has  evil  reigned  within  • 
Jesus  sweetly  sneaks  to  me, 

''  I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin.'' 
5  I  am  trusting,  <&c. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

"Mercy!"  I  loudly  cried  , 

'*  Oh  !  give  me  rest  from  sin  V 
''  I  will,"  a  voice  replied  ; 

And  Mercy  let  me  in. 
She  bound  my  bleeding  wounds 

She  soothed  my  aching  head  ; 
She  eased  my  burdened  soul, 

And  bore  the  load  instead. 


In  mercy's  guise,  I  knew 

The  Saviour  long  abused  ; 
"Who  often  sought  my  heart. 

And  wept  when  I  refused. 
Oh  !.  what  a  blest  return 

For  ignorance  and  sin  ! 
I  stood  outside  the  gate, 

And  Jesus  let  me  in. 


259 


281. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 


THOU  mansion  bright,  thou  home  of  light, 
And  ever  blest  employ, 
Where  struggling  faith  is  turned  to  sight, 
And  sorrow  turned  to  joy. 

Chorus. 

There  Jesus  sits  enthroned, 

And  saints  and  angels  rouri.^, 
Ring  out  the  joyous  psalm 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


258  precious  hymn*. 

3  Here  I  give  my  all  to  the'', 

Friends,  and  time,  and  earthly  store, 
Soul  and  body  thine  to  be — 
Wholly  thine,  for  evermore. 

I  am  trusting,  &c. 

4  In  the  promises  I  trust — 

Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied  ; 
I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust, 
I  with  Christ  am  crucified. 

I  am  trusting,  &c. 


5  .lesus  comes  !  he  fills  my  soul ; 
Perfected  in  love  I  am  ; 
I  am  every  whit  made  whole- 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

I  am  trusting,  &c. 


260 


precious  hymns. 


280. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness, 


STOOD  outside  the  gate, 
A  poor  wayfaring  child  ; 
Within  my  heart  there  beat 
•  A  tempest,  loud  and  wild. 
A  fear  oppressed  my  soul, 

That  I  might  be  too  late; 
And  oh  I  I  trembled  sore, 
And  prayed  outside  the  gate. 


Thou  mansion  bright,  thou  home  of  light, 

What  gloom  around  us  lay, 
Till  gleams  of  thee  stole  on  our  sight, 

And  changed  our  night  to  day. 
Cho. — There  Jesus  sits,  &c. 

Thou  mansion  bright,  thou  home  of  light, 

By  Jesus'  hand  prepared, 
How  can  I  loose  thee  from  my  sight, 

By  worldly  magic  snared  I 
Cho. — There  Jesus  sits,  &c. 

Thou  mansion  t)right,  thou  home  of  light, 

I  long,  I  long  for  thee  ; 
I  long  to  tread  the  margin  bright 

Along  the  emerald  sea. 

Cho. — There  Jesus  sits,  &c. 


282. 


day, 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

WE  are  coming  gladly  coming 
On  this    I   sacred  Sabbath   | 
(       Anniversary       j 
Every  heart  with  rapture  swelling, 
Every  tongue  its  praise  to  pay. 
Chorus. 
Welcome  pastor,  welcome  teachers, 

Welcome  friends  and  par(>nts  dear; 
Welcome  class-mates,  come  and  join  us. 
All  are  welcome,  welcome  here  ; 
Come,  come,  come,  all  are  welcome  here 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  We  are  singing,  gladly  singing, 

On  this    /  sacjed  Sabbath  I    . 

{      Anniversary      j         -^ ' 
Youthful  praises  we  are  bringing, 
Heartfelt  homage  would  we  pay. 

Oho. — Welcome  pastor,  &c. 

3  Jesus  smiles  when  happy  children 

Raise  their  tuneful  voices  high, 
Angels  bear  the  joyous  anthems 
To  the  the  Saviour  in  the  sky. 

Cho. — Welcome  pastor,  ifec. 

4  We  are  praying,  humbly  praying,* 


261 


On  this 


r  sacred  Sabbath  ")    , 
\      Anniversary      j        ^' 
Asking  Christ  to  kindly  lead  us 
Safely  through  life's  thorny  way. 

Cho. — Welcome  pastor,  &c. 


283. 


3fusic — Sonffs  of  Gladness. 

SITTING  at  the  feet  of  Jesus, 
Oil,  what  words  I  hear  him  say! 
Happy  place  !  so  near,  so  precious  I 

May  it  find  me  there  each  day  ! 
Sitting  at  the  feet  of  Jesus, 

I  would  look  upon  the  past  ; 

Por  his  love  has  been  so  gracious. 

It  has  won  mj^  heart  at  last. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  263 

He  looks  down  from  heaven  ^ 

To  see  us  shine  ; 
You  in  your  small  corner, 

And  I  in  mjne. 

3  Jesus  bids  us  shine, 

Then  for  all  around  ;  ^ 

For  many  kinds  of  darkness 

In  the  world  are  found. 
There's  sin,  there's  want  and  sorrow, 

So  we  must  shine, 
You  in  your  small  corner, 

And  I  in  mine. 

^0^«  Music — So7igs  of  Gladness. 

MY  Saviour  stands  waiting,  and  knocks 
at  the  door , 
Has  knocked,  and  is  knocking  again , 
I  hear  his  kind  voice  ;  I'll  reject  him  no 
more, 
Nor  let  him  stand  pleading  in  vain. 
In  infinite  mercy  he  came  from  above. 
To  ransom,  to  cleanse  me  from  sin  ; 
I'll  yield  to  the  voice  of  his  merciful  love, 
And  let  my  dear  Saviour  came  in. 
Cho. — Saviour,  come  in  ; 

Cleanse  me  from  sin  ; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come  in,  come  in  ! 
Enter  the  door. 
Waiting  no  more, 
Saviour,  dear  Saviour,  come  in. 


262 


PEECI0U8    HYMNS. 


2  Sitting  at  the  feet  of  Jesus, 

Where  can  mortal  be  more  blest? 
There  I  lay  my  sins  and  sorrows 

And,  when  weary,  find  sweet  rest. 
Sitting  at  the  feet  of  Jesus, 

There  I  love  to  weep  and  pray, 
While  I  from  his  fullness  gather 

G-race  and  comfort  every  day. 

3  Bless  me,  O  my  Saviour !  bless  me. 

As  I  sit  low  at  thy  feet ; 
Oh  !  look  down  in  love  upon  me  ; 

Let  me  see  thy  face  so  sweet. 
Give  me.  Lord,  the  mind  of  Jesus ; 

Make  me  holy  as  he  is  : 
May  I  prove  I've  been  with  Jesus, 

Who  is  all  my  righteousness  ! 


284 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

JESUS  bids  us  shine. 
With  a  pure,  clear  light, 
Like  a  little  candle 

Burning  in  the  night. 
In  the  world  is  darkness, 

So  we  must  shine  ; 
You  in  your  small  corner. 
And  i  in  mine. 

2  Jesus  bids  us  shine. 

First  of  all,  for  him; 
Well  he  sees  and  knows  it, 
If  one  light  is  dim  I 


264:  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

2  O  Saviour,  my  Ransom,   Redeemer,  and 
Friend, 
The  Life,  and  The  Truth,  and  the  Way, 
On  thy  precious  merit  alone  I  depend  ; 

Dwell  in  me,  and  keep  me,  I  pray. 
Thy  goodness  hath  opened  the  door  of  my 
heart ; — 
'Tis  open  in  welcome  to  thee  ; 
Come  in,  blessed  Saviour,  and  never  de- 
part; 
Come  in,  with  with  thy  mercy,  to  me. 
Cho. — Saviour,  come  in;  &c. 

^00«     Music — Songs  of  Gladness,  p.  60. 

I'VE  been  thinking  of  home — of  "my  Fath- 
er's house. 
Where  the  many  mansions  be ;" 
Of  the  city  whose  streets  are  paved  with  gold, 
Of  its  jasper  walls,  so  fair  to  behold, 
Which  the  righteous  alone  shall  see. 

2  I've  been  thinking  of  home,  where  they 

need  not  the  light 
Of  the  sun,  nor  moon,  nor  star; 
Where  the  gates  of  pearl  "are  not  shut  by  day, 
For  no  night  is  there,"  but  the  weary  may 
Find  rest — from  the  world  afar. 

3  I've  been  thinking  of  home,  of  the  loved 

ones  there. 
Dear  friends  who  have  gone  before, 
With  whom  we  walked  to  the  death-river 
side,  [tide, 

And  sadly  we  thought,  as  we  watched  the 
Of  the  happy  days  of  yore. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  265 

4  I've  been  thinking  of  home,  and  I'm  home- 

sick now; 
My  spirit  doth  long  to  be 
In  the  "better  land,"  where  the  ransomed 

sing 
Of  the  love  of  Christ,  their  Redeemer,  King, 
Of  mercy  so  costly,  so  free. 

5  I've  been  thinking  of  home  ;  yea,  "home 

sweet  home  !" 
Oh  there  may  we  all  unite 
With   the  white-robed  throng  that  forever 

raise 
To  the  Triune  G-od  sweetest  songs  of  praise. 
With  glory,  and  honor,  and  might  1 

^dKj  I  •         Music— Book  of  Worship,  83, 

OTHAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  way 
To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will  I 

2  O  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  mine  eyes ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desire  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere: 


MISCELL  A  NEGUS. 


267 


266 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray. 

My  feet  too  often  si  ip  ; 
Yet,  since  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
'     Restore  thy  wandering  sheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands 
Offend  against  my  God. 


288 


Music — Hymnal,  133. 

LO  !  the  stone  is  rolled  away, 
Death  yields  up  his  mighty  prey; 
Jesus,  rising  from  the  tomb, 
Scatters  all  its  fearful  gloom. 

Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand  tongues  ; 
Every  note  with  rapture  swell. 
And  the  Saviour's  triumph  tell. 

Let  Immanuel  be  adored — 
Ransom,  Mediator,  Lord  ! 
To  creation's  utmost  bound. 
Let  th'  eternal  praise  resound. 

•     CM. 

Music — Book  of  Worship,  369. 


288. 


CALM  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm  : 
Let  thine  outstretched  wing 


Be  like  the  shade  of  Elim's  palm. 
Beside  her  desert  spring. 


2  Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and  rude 

The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet — 
Calm  in  the  closet's  soliLide, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street, — 

3  Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 

Calm  in  the  hour  of  pain  ; 

Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth. 

Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain, — 

4  Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 

Like  him  who  bf)re  my  shame  ; 
Calm  'mid  the  thre-iteniiig,  taunting  throng, 
Who  hate  thy  holy  name. 

5  Calm  me,  ray  God,  and  keep  me  calm. 

Soft  resting  on  thy  breast ; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalin. 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 


289. 


PSALM   CIII. 


PRAISE,  my  soul,  the  King  of  heaven, 
To  his  feet  thy  tribute  bring. 
Ransomed,  healed,  restored,  forgiven, 
Who  like  me  his  praise  should  sing? 
Praise  him !     Praise  him ! 
Praise  him  !     Praise  him  I 
Praise  the  everlasting  King ! 


268 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Praise  him  for  his  grace  and  favor 

To  our  fathers  in  distress  ; 
Praise  him,  still  the  same  forever. 
Slow  to  chide,  and  swift  to  bless. 
Praise  him  !     Praise  Him  ! 
Praise  him  !     Praise  him  ! 
Glorious  in  his  feithfulness. 


3  Angels,  help  us  to  adore  him — 
Ye  behold  him  face  to  face. 
Sun  and  moon,  bow  down  before  him, 
Dwellers  all  in  time  and  space. 
Praise  him !     Praise  him  ! 
Praise  him  I     Praise  him  1 
Praise  with  us  the  God  of  grace. 


290. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 


THESE  are  the  crowns  that  we  shall  v,'ear. 
When  all  thy  saints  are  crowned  ; 
These  are  the  psalms  that  we  shall  bear 
On  yonder  holy  ground. 

2  Par  off  as  yet,  reserved  in  heaven, 
Above  the  veiling  sky. 
They  sparkle  like  the  stars  of  even. 
To  hope's  far-piercing  eye. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


269 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


271 


Z  These  are  the  rohes,  unsoiled  and  white, 
Which  then  we  shall  put  on, 
"When  foremost  'midst  the  sons  of  light, 
We  sit  on  yonder  throne. 

4  Then  welcome  toil,  and  care,  and  pain ! 
And  welcome  sorrow,  too  ! 
All  toil  is  rest,  all  grief  is  gain, 
With  such  a  prize  in  view. 


291. 


Music — So7igs  of  Gladness. 


BLESSED  comfort !  while  I'm  sleeping, 
God  his  constant. watch  is  keeping  ; 
Ever  wakeful,  never  slumbering, 
Every  hair  in  mercy  numbering  ; 
Ne'er  his  helpless  child  forgetting  ; — 
Never  weary,  never  letting 
Any  danger  come  too  near  me. 
Present,  day  and  night,  to  cheer  me. 

2  E'en  in  hours  of  darkest  danger. 
Hungering,  thirsting,  or  a  stranger, 
Trust  I  in  my  God  to  guide  me, — 
All  things  needful  he'll  provide  me  : 
Trouble  I  need  never  borrow, 

Care  nor  anguish  for  the  morrow  ; 
Doubt  nor  grief  need  ever  vex  me ; 
Blehsed  comfort     God  protects  me. 

3  Safe,  in  house  by  mercy  builded, 
By  Jehovah's  sunlight  gilded, 


iU%70«  Music — Songs  of  Gladness, 

THE  shadow  of  the  Kock  I 
Stay,  pilgrim,  stay  ! 
Night  treads  upon  the  heels  of  day  ; 
There  is  no  other  resting-place  this  way. 
The  Kock  is  near, 
The  well  is  clear — 
Rest  in  the  shadow  of  the  Rock. 

2  The  shadow  of  the  Rock  I 

All  come  alone ; 
All,  ever  since  the  sun  hath  shone. 
Who  travelled  by  this  road,  have  come  alone. 

Be  of  good  cheer — 

A  home  is  here — 
Rest  in  the  shadow  of  the  Rock. 

3  The  shadow  of  the  Rock  ! 

To  weary  feet, 
That  have  been  diligent  and  fleet. 
The  sleep  is  deeper,  and  the  shade  more  sweet. 

O  weary,  rest ! 

Thou  art  sore  pressed — 
Rest  in  the  shadow  of  the  Rock  1 

4  The  shadow  of  the  Rock  I 

Pilgrim  !  sleep  sound  ; 
In  night's  swift  hours  in  silent  bound. 
The    Rock  will  put   thee  over    leagues  of 
ground, 
Gaining  more  way 
By  night  than  day — 
Rest  in  the  shadow  of  the  Rock  I 


270 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


272 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


On  foundation  sure  erected. 

By  eternal  love  protected  ; — 

In  his  everlasting  dwelling. 

All  his  grace  and  goodness  telling  ;■ 

Joyful  in  his  full  salvation,^ 

Jesus  is  my  Rock,  Foundation. 


292. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 


TOSSED  with  rough  winds,  and  faint  with 
fear. 
Above  the  tempest,  soft  and  clear, 
What  still  small  accents  greet  mine  ear  ? 
'Tis  I ;  be  not  afraid. 

2  'Tis  T,  who  led  thy  steps  aright ; 

'Tis  I,  who  gave  thy  blind  eyes  sight; 
'Tis  I,  thy  Lord,  thy  Life,  thy  Light, 
'Tis  I ;  be  not  afraid. 

3  These  raging  winds,  this  surging  sea. 
Bear  not  a  breath  of  wrath  to  thee  ; 
That  storm  has  all  been  spent  on  me, 

'Tis  I  ;  be  not  afraid. 

4  When  on  the  other  side,  thy  feet 

Shall  rest  'mid  thousand  welcomes  sweet, 
One  well-known  voice  thy  heart  shall  greet, 
'Tis  I ;  be  not  afraid. 


5  The  shadow  of  the  Rock  I 
Our  day  of  pain. 
Thou  scarce  wilt  hope  the  Rock  to  gain, 
Yetthere  wilt  sleep  thy  last  sleep  on  the  plain; 
And  only  wake 
In  Heaven's  day-break — 
Rest  in  the  shadow  of  the  Rock  I 


294. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

SWEET  thought,  my  God  I  that  on  the 
palms 
Of  thy  most  holy  hands. 
Are  graven  all  thy  people's  names. 
Though  countless  as  the  sands. 

2  N"ot  one  too  mean  to  have  his  place 

Amid  that  record  blest, 
And  if  but  there  our  names  are  found, 
We'll  share  the  heavenly  rest. 

3  How  can  we  yield,  then,  to  distrust, 

Or  think  we  are  forgot. 
While  ever  thus  the  care  of  One, 
Who  loves  and  changes  not. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


273 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


27S 


295, 


Music —  Calvary  Songs,  page  go. 

Cling  close  to  the  Rock,  brother,  danger  is 

near ; 
Cling  close  to  thy  Saviour,  and  doubt  not, 

nor  fear  ; 
For  Jesus  will  hold  thee,  almighty  to  save. 
Thy  Jesus,    who  triumphed  o'er  death  ^and 

the  grave. 

Cho.— Cling  close  to  the  Rock,  tho*  the  tem- 
pest may  shock. 
Assured    of    salvation   in    Jesus   the 
Rock. 

Clihg  close  to  the  Rock,  brother,  closely  to- 
day 

Ere  waves  of  temptation  shall  sweep  thee 
away ; 

Cling  close  to  the  Rock  in  the  time  of  thy 
grief. 

For  Jesus  brings  speedy  and  precious  relief. 

—Cho. 

Cling  close  to  the  Rock,  brother,  close  to  the 

Rock, 
Tho'  tempests  may  rage  and  though  billows 

may  shock  ; 


297/ 


Music,  Book  of  Worship,  546. 


THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "  Escape  to  the  moun- 
tain !" 
Far  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain, 
For  sin  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression, 
||:His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of  salvation.tl 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  !  who  hath  purchased  our  pardon 
II : We'll  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over  Jordan.  :| 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded  !  O  flee  to  the  Saviour  ; 
He  calls  you  in  mercy — 'tis  infinite  favor  ; 

Your  sins  are  increasing — escape  to  the  mountain, 

II :  His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from  the  fountain-:l| 

3  O  Jesus  !  ride  onward,  triumphantly  glorious, 

O'er  sin,  death  and  hell,  thou  art  more  than  victorious  : 
Thy  name  is  the  theme  of  the  great  congregation, 
||:While  angels  and  men  raise  the  shout  of  salvation.  :|| 

4  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the  shore ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  him  the  more ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of  the  river, 

II : And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever  !:|| 


297. 


Music — Book  of  Worship,  399. 

WE  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies, 
In  everlasting  day ; 
Through  floods  and  flames  the  passage  lies. 
But  Jesus  guards  the  way. 

2  The  swelling  flood  and  raging  flame 
Hear  and  obey  his  word ; 
Then  let  us  triumph  in  his  nanle, — 
Our  Saviour  is  the  Lord. 


27d 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


276 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


For  Jesus  the  Saviour,  thy  Refuge,  thy  Friend, 
In  mercy  hath  loved  thee,  and  loves  to  the 
end. — Cho. 


296. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 


CHILDREN,  hear  the  Saviour's  accents, 
As  they  fall  so  tenderly  ; 
Sweet  the  sound,  and  full  of  blessing, 
Little  children  come  to  me, 
Come  to  me,  come  to  me, 
Little  children  come  to  me. 

2  Though  disciples  may  forbid  you  ; 
Though  the  world  averse  shall  be ; 
Though  the  tempter's  hosts  surround  you. 
Little  children  come  to  me, 
Come  to  me,  &c. 

8  Come  and  early  share  the  blessings 
Of  my  grace — so  rich,  so  free  ; 
Ere  the  storms  of  life  o'ertake  you, 
Little  children  come  to  me, 
Come  to  me,  &c. 

4  Lord,  we  will  obey  the  summons, 
J^arly  to  thy  cross  we  flee, 
Make  us  thine,  dear  Saviour,  only — 
Gladly  will  we  come  to  thee, 
Come  to  thee,  come  to  thee, 
Gladly  will  we  come  to  thee. 


298." 


Isa.  -^iii,  6. 


CM. 


BENEATH  Moriah's  rocky  side 
A  gentle  fountain  springs  : 
Silent  and  soft  its  waters  glide, 
Like  the  peace  the  Spirit  brings. 

2  The  thirsty  Arab  stoops  to  drink 

Of  the  cool  and  quiet  wave — 
And  the  thirsty  spirit  stops  to  think 
Of  Him  who  came  to  save. 

3  Siloam  is  the  fountain's  name : 

It  means  One  sent  of  God  ; 
And  thus  the  holy  Saviour's  name 
It  gently  spreads  abroad. 

4  O  grant  that  I,  like  this  sweet  well, 

May  Jesus'  image  bear, 
And  spend  my  life,  my  all,  to  tell 
How  full  his  mercies  are. 


298 


Mudc- 


Hynmal^  174. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love. 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above; 
Let  me  his  sacred  influence  feel, 
To  quicken,  purify  and  heal. 

He  is  the  source  of  every  grace, 

Of  light,  and  life,  and  holiness ; 

By  him  alone  may  I  be  taught. 

And  all  my  works  in  him  be  wroughfe,^ 


MISCELLANEOUS.  277 

Oh,  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  come, 
And  make  my  heart  his  constant  home ; 
There  his  abundant  grace  display, 
And  lead  me  in  a  perfect  way. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


299. 


WILL  not  that  joyful  be  ? 
When  we  walk  by  faith  no  more; 
When  the  Lord  we  loved  before, 

As  brother  man  we  see  ? 
When  he  welcomes  us  above, 
When  we  share  his  smile  of  love, 

Will  not  that  joyful  be  ? 
2  Will  not  that  joyful  be  ? 
When  we  hear  what  none  can  tell, 
And  the  ringing  chorus  swell 

Of  angel's  melody  ? 
When  we  join  their  songs  of  praise, 
Hallelujahs  with  them  raise — 
Will  not  that  joyful  be? 
OQQ  b  S.  M. 

^  ^  *^  •     Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  297 . 
'OT  what  I  feel  or  do 

Can  give  me  peace  with  God ; 
Not  all  my  prayers,  and  sighs,  and  tears, 
Can  bear  my  awful  load. 

2  Thy  work  alone,  O  Christ, 

Can  ease  this  weight  of  sin  , 
Thy  blood  ftlone,  O  Lamb  of  God, 
Can  give  me  peace  within, 

3  Thy  love  to  me,  O  God, 

Not  mine,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 

278  PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 

Can  rid  me  of  this  dark  unrest, 
And  set  my  spirit  free. 

4  'Tis  Christ  who  saveth  me. 
And  freely  pardon  gives  ; 
I  love  because  he  loveth  me, 
I  live  because  he  lives. 


N' 


300. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

ONE  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing, 
One  by  one  the  moments  fall  ; 
Some  are  coming,  some  are  going — 
Do  not  strive  to  grasp  them  all. 

2  One  by  one,  (bright  gifts  from  heaven,) 

Joys  are  sent  thoe  here  below  ; 
Take  them  readily,  when  given — 
Keady,  too,  to  let  them  go. 

3  One  by  one  thy  griefs  shall  meet  thee, 

Do  not  fear  an  armed  band  ; 
One  will  fade,  while  others  greet  thee, 
Shadows  passing  through  the  land. 

4  Every  hour  that  fleets  so  slowly, 

Has  its  task  to  do  or  bear  ; 
Luminous  the  crown,  and  holy, 
If  thou  set  each  gem  with  care. 

5  Hours  are  golden  links — God's  tokens. 

Reaching  heaven,  but  one  by  one 
Take  them,  lest  the  chain  be  broken 
Ere  thy  pilgrimage  be  done. 


301. 


279 


Music — Calvary  Songs,  page  6j. 

O  Jesus,  Thou  art  standing 

Outside  the  fast-closed  door, 
In  lowly  patience  waiting, 

To  pass  the  threshold  o'er  ; 
We  bear  the  name  of  Christians, 

His  name  and  sign  we  bear  : 
Oh,  shame,  thrice  shame  upon  us  ! 

To  keep  Him  standing  there. 

O  Jesus,  Thou  art  pleading. 

In  accents  meek  and  low, 
"  I  died  for  you,  my  children, 

And  will  ye  treat  Me  so  ?" 
O  Lord,  with  shame  and  sorrow 

We  open  now  the  door  : 
Dear  Saviour,  enter,  enter. 

And  leave  us  nevermore ! 


302. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 


I 


HEARD  a  voice,  the  sweetest  voice 
That  mortal  ever  heard  ; 

Oh  !    how  it  made  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  every  feeling  stirred  ! 


280 


JBECIOUS    HYMNS. 


'Twas  Jesus  spoke  to  me  so  mild, 

He  call'd  me  to  his  side, 
And  said,  although  with  heart  defiled, 

I  might  in  him  confide. 

2  I  saw  his  face,  the  fairest  face 

That  mortal  ever  saw  ; 
I  longed  the  Saviour  to  embrace, 

Erom  him  new  life  to  draw. 
"Come  unto  me,"  he  kindly  said, 

"  And  I  will  give  thee  rest ; 
The  ransom-price  I  fully  paid — 

Repent!  believe!  be  blest!" 

3  I  felt  his  love,  the  strongest  love 

That  mortal  ever  felt ; 
Oh  !  how  it  drew  my  soul  above, 

And  made  my  hard  heart  melt  I 
My  burden  at  his  feet  I  laid. 

And  knew  the  joy  of  h(?aven. 
As  in  my  willing  ear  he  said 

The  blessed  word,   '■'■  Forgiven.'' * 

4  Dear  Saviour,  let  me  ever  sing 

Thy  praise,  while  I  have  breath  ;      - 
Each  night  and  mom  my  tribute  brings 

Until  I  sleep  in  death  ; 
And  then  my  soul,  beyond  the  sky, 

Shall  join  with  sweet  acclaim, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  on  high. 

To  praise  Messiah's  name. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


281 


303. 


Music — Calvary  Songs,  page  ii^. 

We  are  watching,  we  are  waiting 

For  the  bright  prophetic  day, 
When  the  shadows,  weary  shadows, 

From  the  world  shall  roll  away. 

Cho. — We  are  waiting  for  the  morning. 

When  the  beauteous  day  is  dawning, 
We  are  waiting  for  the  morning, 
For  the  golden  spires  of  day. 
Lo  !    He  comes  !    see  the  king  draw 

near ; 
Zion,  shout,  the  Lord  is  here. 

We  are  watching,  we  are  waiting 

For  the  star  that  brings  the  day  : 
When  the  night  of  sin  shall  vanish 
<And  the  shadows  melt  away. — Cho. 

We  are  watching,  we  are  waiting, 
For  the  beauteous  King  of  day  : 

For  the  Chiefest  often  thousand, 
For  the  Light,  the  Truth,  the  Way. 

— Cho. 

*-'"^»  Music — Calvary  Songs,  page  gi. 

Brother,  take  thy  cross  and  bear  it, 
Dark  and  heavy  though  it  be  ; 

Jesus  His  command  has  given, 
Take  thy  cross,  and  follow  Me. 


282 


PEECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Cho. 


-Take  thy  cross. 

Take  thy  cross. 
Take  thy  cross,  whate'er  it  be  ; 

Take  thy  cross. 

Take  thy  cross, 
Learn  to  bear  it  cheerfully. 

Brother,  take  thy  cross  of  sorrow  ; 

Bear  the  heavy  weight  of  pain  ; 
Jesus  bent  'neath  such  a  burden, 

Why  should  such  as  thou  complain  ? 

— Cho. 

Brother,  take  thy  cross  ;  for  Jesus 

Gives  thee  strength  its  weight  to  bear 

Trust  Him  in  the  time  of  sorrow. 
He  will  hear  and  answer  prayer. 

—Cho. 

305. 

Music—  Calvary  Songs,  page  4^. 

Saviour,  keep  me  ever  near  Thee,' 

From  Thee  may  I  never  stray, 
Guide  my  wandering  footsteps  ever 

In  the  path  to  heavenly  day, 
Oft  my  faltering  feet  do  wander 

In  forbidden  ways  of  sin. 
Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  me 

To  Thy  pastures  back  again. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  283 

Thro'  death's  dark  and  gloomy  valley. 

When  all  human  aid  must  flee. 
Let  Thy  presence  and  Thy  power 

Be  a  light  and  strength  to  me. 
Thou,  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  comfort, 

Ever  trusting  Thee  I'll  praise, 
And  my  life  in  sweetest  numbers 

Still  shall  flow  thro'  endless  days. 


306. 


THE  cross,  the  cross,  the  blood-stained  cross 
The  hallowed  cross  I  see, 
Keminding  me  of  precious  blood 
That  once  was  shed  for  me. 
Chorus. 
Oh,  the  blood,  the  precious  blood. 

That  Jesus  shed  for  me, 
Upon  the  cross,  m  crimson  flood, 
Just  now  by  faith  I  see. 

2  That  cross,  that  cross,  that  heavy  cross, 

My  Saviour  bore  for  me, 
Which  bowed  him  to  the  earth  with  grief, 
On  sad  Mount  Calvary. 

3  How  light,  how  light,  the  precious  cross 

Presented  to  my  view, 
And  while  with  joy  I  take  it  up, 
Behold  the  crown  my  due. 

4  The  crown,  the  crown,  the  glorious  crowa 

The  crown  of  victory  ; 
The  crown  of  life,  it  shall  be  mine 
When  I  shall  Jesus  see. 


284: 


PKECiOUS    HYMNS. 


307.^ 


OH  we  are  the  reapers  that  garner  in 
The  sheaves  of  good  from  t£e  fields  of  sin ; 
With  sickles  of  truth  must  the  work  be  done, 
And  no  one  may  rest  till  the  "  harvest  home." 

Chorus. 
We  are  the  reapers  !  Oh  who  will  come 
And  share  in  the  glory  of  the  harvest  home? 
Oh  who  will  help  us  to  garner  in 
The  sheaves  of  good  from  the  fields  of  sin  ? 

Go  out  in  the  by-ways  and  search  them  all ; 
The  wheat  may  be  there  though  the  weeds 

are  tall ; 
Then  search  in  the  highway,  and  pass  none  by, 
But  gather  them  all  for  the  home  on  high. 

We  are  the  reapers  !  &c. 

The  fields  are  all  ripening,  and  far  and  wida 
The  world  now  is  waiting  the  harvest  tide : 
But  reapers  are  few,  and  the  work  is  great, 
And  much  will  be  lost  should  the  harvest  wait. 
We  are  the  reapers,  &c. 

So  come  with  your  sickles,  ye  sons  of  men, 
And  gather  together  the  golden  grain ; 
Toil  on  'til  sheaves  of  the  Lord  are  bound, 
And  joyfully  borne  from  the  harvest  ground. 
We  are  the  reapers,  &c. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


285 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


287 


307. 


WHOSOEVER  heareth  !"  shout,  shout  the  sound  I 
Send  the  blessed  tidings  all  the  world  around ; 
Spread  the  joyful  news  wherever  man  is  found — 
"Whosoever  will,  may  come." 

Chorus. 

'Whosoever  will,  whosoever  will," 
Send  the  proclamation  over  vale  and  hill. 
'Tis  a  loving  father  calls  the  wanderer  home — 
"  Whosoever  will,  may  come." 

2  Whosoever  cometh,  need  not  delay — 
Now  the  door  is  open,  enter  while  ye  may  ; 
Jesus  is  the  true,  the  only  living  way — 

"  Whosoever  will,  may  come." 

3  "Whosoever  will " — the  promise  is  secure  ; 
"  Whosoever  will  " — forever  must  endure; 

"  Whosoever  will  " — 'tis  life  forevermore  ; 
"  Whosoever  will,  may  come." 


308. 

Music —  Calvary  Songs,  page  jo2. 

We've  listed  in  a  holy  war, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
Eternal  life,  our  guiding  star, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 

Cho. — We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  work  till  Jesus  come^., 
And  then  we'll  rest  at  home. 


Aloud  in  His  praises  our  voices  shall  ring, 
So  that  others,  believing,  this  new  song  shall 
sing. — Cho. 


310. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 


MY  God  !  is  any  hour  so  sweet, 
From  blush  of  morn  to  evening  star, 
As  that  which  calls  me  to  thy  feet, — 
The  hour  of  prayer  ? 

2  Blest  be  the  tranquil  hour  of  morn, 

And  blest  the  hour  of  solemn  eve, 
When  on  the  wind's  of  prayer  upborne, 
The  world  I  leave. 

3  For  then  a  day-spring  shines  on  me. 

Brighter  than  morn's  ethereal  glow  ; 
And  richer  dews  descend  from  thee. 
Than  earth  can  know. 

4  Words  cannot  tell  what  blest  relief, 

Here  for  my  every  want  I  find  ; 
What  strength  for  warfare,  balm  for  grief; 
What  peace  of  mind. 

6  Oh  !  till  I  reach  yon  peaceful  shore, 
No  privilege  so  dear  shall  be, 
As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour 
In  prayer  to  thee. 


286 


PRECIOUS  HYMiS^S. 


We've  girded  on  our  armor  bright, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
Our  Captain's  word  our  strength  and  might, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! — Cho. 

And  when  our  glorious  war  is  o'er, 

Conquerors  through  the  Lord  ! 
We'll  shout  salvation  evermore, 

Conquerors  through  the  Lord  ! — Cho. 


309 


Music — Calvary  Songs,  page  144. 
With  harps  and  with  viols  there  stand  a  great 

throng, 
In  the  presence  of  Jesus,  and  sing  this  new 

song  :— 

Cho. — Unto    Him  who  hath    loved   us   and 
washed  us  from  sin, 
Unto     Him     be    the    glory    forever. 
Amen. 

All  these  once  were  sinners,  dehled  in  His 

sight, 
Now  arrayed  in  pure  garments  in  praise  they 

unite. — Cho. 

How  helpless  and  hopeless  we  sinners  had 

been, 
If  He  never  had  loved  us  till  cleansed  from 

our  sin — Cho. 


288 

311. 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


L.  M. 


Mudt — Hymnal,  199. 


AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays. 
And  sing  thy  great  Kedeemer's  praise  j 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee, 
His  loving  kindness,  oh,  how  free  I 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 

Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving  kindness,  oh,  how  great ! 

3  Though  num'rons  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose. 
He  safely  leads  juy  soul  along, 

His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  strong  ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood. 

His  loving  kindness,  oh,  how  good  I 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But,  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot. 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

010  a  CM. 

OX^»         Music— Book  of  Worship,  494. 

HOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
Wiui  Christ  within  the  doors; 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  289 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cifies,  with  thankful  tongues, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ? 

3  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  Ihy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room. 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come. 

4  "  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast. 

That  sweetly  forced  me  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste,  ^ 

And  perished  in  our  sin." 

01  9  b  C.  M. 

KJJ^^m      Music— Book  of  Worship,  496. 

ACCOEDING  to  thy  gracious  word. 
In  meek  humility, 
'    This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
II :I  will  remember  thee.:!| 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake. 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
II : And  thus  remember  thee.:|| 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
II : And  not  remember  thee  ?:|j 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


291 


4  Pressing  to  those  walls  of  jasper, 
Work  awaits  us  to  be  done  ; 
Tears  to  wipe,  and  souls  to  rescue, 
As  we  struggle  tow'rd  our  crown 

Cho. — Yes,  we're  coming,  &c. 


314. 
0 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 


WHO'LL  be  there — dear  Jesus 
Secure  from  harm  and  dread, 
Wljon  thou  in  clouds  descending, 
Shalt  judge  the  quick  and  dead? 

Chorus. 

The  ransDUied  ones  of  every  nation, 
Their  praises  ringing  through  the  air  j 

But  tell  mo,  O  thou  Judge  of  Heaven, 
Shall  I,  O  shall  I,  too,  be  there? 

2  O  who'll  be  there — dear  Jesus, 

To  join  the  ceaseless  psalm, 
There  at  the  bridal  supper. 
The  supper  of  the  Lamb  ? 

Cho. — The  ransomed  oneSj  &c. 

3  O  who'll' be  there — dear  Jesus, 

Where  flowers  ever  bloom  ; 
Life-waters  ever  flowing 

From  out  thy  golden  throne  ? 
Cho. — The  ransomed  ones,  &c. 


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292 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice, 
II  :I  must  remember  thee — :|| 

5  Remember  thee  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
||:Will  I  remember  thee.:|| 

6  And  when  these  failing  limbs  grow  dumb 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
||:Then,  Lord,  remember  me.:|| 

^3iO»  Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

ON  those  jeweled  walls  of  jasper. 
Hear  that  bright  cherubic  band 
Bidding  us,  beguiled  and  tempted, 
Homeward  from  this  weary  land. 
Cho. — Yes,  we're  coming,  gladly  coming 
Coming  up  to  join  your  throng. 
Struggling  on,  thro'  pain  and  sorrow, 
Singing  still  our  pilgrim  song — 

2  On  those  jeweled  walls  of  jasper, 

Loved  ones  from  our  bosom  gone, 
Gone  thro'  death  and  tribulation, 
Beckon,  bid  us,  cheer  us  on. 
Cho. — Yes,  we're  coming,  &c. 

3  On  those  jeweled  walls  of  jasper. 

From  his  central  radiant  throne 
Jesus  calls  us,  way-worn  pilgrims, 
Calls  us — God's  beloved  Son. 
Cho. — Yes,  we're  coming,  &c. 


4  O  who'll  be  there — dear  Jesus, 
With  those  before  us  gone ; 

Sweet  babe,  beloved  mother. 
To  wear  the  fadeless  crown  ? 

Cho. — The  ransomed  ones,  &c. 


315 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness, 

COME,  let  our  voices  raise 
A  song  of  grateful  praise, 
A  song  of  grateful  praise, 
And  thankful  love. 
Cho. — Let  each  a  tribute  bring. 
Let  all  awake  and  sing 
Praise  to  our  heavenly  King, 
Who  dwells  above. 

2  The  gospel's  sacred  page 
||:Eeveals  to  every  age,:|| 

Salvation  free. 
Cho. — Oh  send  the  joyful  sound, 
And  let  it  echo  round, 
Till  praises  loud  resound, 
O  God,  to  thee. 

3  Accept  our  offerings.  Lord, 
||:To  spread  thy  truth  abroad,:  || 

Our  labors  own. 
Cho. — At  length,  at  thy  right  hand 
May  we  together  stand. 
And,  with  the  angel  band, 
Surround  thy  throne. 


316. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


Music— Songs  of  Gladness. 


293 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


295 


T  ^  7i  ^^'■.^  ^  ^  ^'■^'^'^  ^'^^  t^e  saints  of  renown. 
r>         li     ''  ^^^^^^  ''^"'^°s^  &°°d  deeds  are  unsung  • 
iJut   oh  say,  IS  it  true,  if  their  days  are  but  few'. 
1  hat  a  crown  is  laid  up  for  the  young  ? 

Chorus. 
Yes    yes    I  know  there's  a  crown  for  the  young. 
If  their  lives  daily  prove  that  the  Saviour  they   ove. 
1  know  there  s  a  crown,  &c. 

2  The  youthful  shall  stand  in  that  beautiful  land 

And  the  song  of  salvation  shall  sing  • 
And  the  infant  of  days  strike  its  harp  in  the  praise 
Ut  Immanuel,  its  Saviour  and  King. 

3  The  noble  of  birth,  and  the  poor  of  the  earth 

Both  the  man  and  the  youth  and  the  child    ' 
If  m  Jesus  they  trust,  when  they  rise  from  the  dust, 
bhall  be  crowned  in  the  land  undefiled. 

4  The  soul  of  a  child,  though  by  folly  defiled. 
Is  more  precious  than  tongue  can  expre<5s  •' 
T.^"*^,'  '"^deemed  by  the  blood  that  on  Calvary  flow'd 
It  shall  shine  in  the  region  of  bliss. 

5  Then  be  it  your  care  for  that  world  to  prepare 

Bear  the  cross,  that  the  croM'n  may  be  yours'- 

Never  tire  in  the  road  that  leads  upward  to  God' 

J^  or  the  crown  is  for  him  who  endures  ' 


319, 


Music— Songs  of  Gladness. 

WHO  is  he  in  yonder  stall, 
At  whose  feet  the  shepherds  fall? 
Cho. — 'Tis  the  Lord,  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  af  glory. 
At  his  feet  we  humbly  fall, 
Crown  him,  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


2  Only  here  for  a  little  while, 

For  the  praise  of  God,  my  King, 
Only  here  for  a  little  while, 

Till  his  praise  in  heaven  I  sing. 
Only  here  in  the  vale  of  tears, 

Till  I  learn  to  know  and  prove 
All  the  goodness  that  keeps  me  here, 

For  the  better  world  above. 

3  Only  here  for  a  little  while. 

But  my  Lord  will  come  at  last ; 
Then  the  toils  of  "  little  while  " 

Shall  be  all  in  triumph  passed. 
Christ,  my  King,  shall  in  triumph  come, 

And  will  wipe  my  tears  away, 
Christ,  my  Saviour,  will  take  me  home 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  day. 

O^X«  Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

LITTLE  child,  why  wilt  thou  fear? 
Jesus,  tender  Shepherd's  near, 
He,  thy  downy  couch  will  keep, 
Tremble  not  to  sleep. 
Cho. — Yes,  he's  near, 
Jesus  is  near, 
Tremble  not  to  sleep. 

2  Little  child,  why  wilt  thou  fear  ? 
Night  is  to  his  vision  clear, 
And  the  darkness  knows  his  tread, 
He  defends  thy  bed. 

Cho. — Yes,  he's  near,  &c. 
[Remaining  verses  in  Songs  of  Gladness.] 


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296 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


2  Who  is  he  in  yonder  cot, " 
Bending  to  his  toilsome  lot  ? 

3  Who  is  he  who  stands  and  weeps 
At  the  grave  where  Laz'rus  sleeps  ? 

4  Who  is  he  in  deep  distress, 
Fasting  in  the  wilderness  ? 

5  Lo,  at  midnight,  who  is  he 
Prays  in  dark  Gethsemane? 

6  Who  is  he  in  Calvary's  throes, 
Asks  for  blessings  on  his  foes  ? 

7  Who  is  he  that  from  the  grave 
Comes  to  heal,  and  help  and  save  ? 

8  Who  is  he  that  on  yon  throne 
Eules  the  world  of  light  alone? 


822. 

nnAKE  the  name  of  Jesus  with  you, 
-^     Child  of  sorrow  and  of  woe ; 
It  will  joy  and  comfort  give  you. 
Take  it,  then,  where'er  you  go. 

Chorus. 
Precious  name  !  oh  how  sweet ! 

Hope  of  earth  and  joy  of  heav'n ; 
Precious  name  I  oh  how  sweet ! 

Hope  of  earth  and  joy  of  heav'n. 

Take  the  name  of  Jesus  ever, 

As  a  shield  from  every  snare. 
If  temptations  round  you  gather. 

Breathe  that  holy  name  in  prayer. — Cho. 


^^\J^  Ml/ SIC — Songs  of  Gladness. 

ONLY  here  for  a  little  while. 
On  the  weary  pilgrim  way; 
Onl}'^  here  for  a  little  while, 

On  the  road  to  glorious  day. 
Only  here  till  my  work  is  done, 

Till  I  lay  my  burden  down, 
Only  here  till  my  Saviour  calls. 
And  gives  me  my  harp  and  crown. 


Oh !  the  precious  name  of  Jesus  ! 

How  it  thrills  our  souls  with  joy, 
When  his  loving  arms  receive  us, 

And  his  songs  our  tongues  employ. —  Cho. 

At  the  name  of  Jesus  bowing, 

Falling  prostrate  at  his  feet ; 
King  of  kings  in  heaven  we'll  crown  him, 

When  our  journey  is  complete. — Cho. 


MISCELLANEOUS 


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299 


323. 


Music — Oriola,  266. 

TOIL  on,  teachers,  toil  on  boldly, 
Labor  on,  and  watch  and  pray  ; 
Men  may  scoff  and  treat  jon  coldly, 

Heed  them  not,  go  on  your  way  ; 
Jesus  is  a  loving  master  • 

Cease  not  then  his  work  to  do  ; 
Cleave  to  him  still  closer,  faster, 
Pie  will  own  and  honor  you. 

2  Toil  on,  teachers  I  toil  on  ever, 

Constantly,  unflinching  toil  j  ^ 

Faint  ye  not,  and  weary  never. 

Labor  on  in  every  soil  ; 
Listless  souls  one  day  may  waken, 

Buried  seeds  spring  up  and  grow. 
Sin's  stout  bulwarks  may  be  shaken, 

Hardened  hearts  may  be  brought  low 

3  Toil  on,  teachers  I  earnest,  steady, 

Sowing  well  the  seed  of  truth  ; 
Always  willing,  cheerful,  ready, 

Watching,  praying  Jor  your  youth  ; 
Patient,  firm  and  persevering. 

Leaning  on  the  promise  sure  ; 
Prayer  will  surely  gain  a  hearing, 

Paithful  to  the  end  endure. 

Oi^4:«  Music— Oriola,  306. 

BEOTHEES,  sisters,  ere  we  part, 
Every  voice  and  every  heart 
Join,  and  to  our  Eather  raise 
One  last  hymn  of  grateful  praist 


326. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

HOW  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray 
To  God,  the  holy  One, 
With  filial  love  and  trust  to  say, 
O  God,  thy  will  be  done. 

2  We  in  these  sacred  words  can  find 
A  cure  for  every  ill ; 
They  calm  and  S(^othe  the  troubled  mind, 
And  bid  all  care  be  still. 

1 1  0,  let  that  will  which  gave  ms  breath 
And  an  immortal  soul. 
In  joy  or  grief,  in  life  or  death. 
My  every  wish  control. 

ii  O,  teach  mj  heart  the  blessed  way 
To  imitate  thy  Son  ! 
Teach  me,  O  God,  in  truth  to  pray, 
"Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done." 


327. 


Music — G.  H.  dN>  S.  Songs  No.  i,pagej^. 
My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness  ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus*  name. 

Cho. — On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand: 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 


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300 


rKECIOUS   HYMN'S. 


2  Tho'  we  here  should  meet  no  more, 
Yet  there  is  a  brighter  shore  ; 
There,  released  from  toil  and  pain, 
There  we  all  may  meet  again. 

3  Now  to  tym,  who  reigns  in  heaven, 
Be  eternal  glory  given  ; 
Grateful  for  thy  love  divine, 

O,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine. 


325. 


Music— Oriola,   314. 


LOED,  teach  us  how  to  pray, 
And  give  us  hearts  to  ask  ; 
Or  all  we  think,  or  do,  or  say. 
Will  be  a  tiresome  task. 

2  Thy  Holy  Spirit  send, 

Our  bosoms  to  inspire  ; 
Then  shall  our  praise  to  thee  ascend, 
With  pure  and  warm  desire. 

3  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Present  our  prayers  above  ,- 
And  spread  abroad  o'er  all  thou  seest, 
The  mantle  of  thy  love. 

4  Teach  us  to  find  our  bliss 

In  earnest,  fervent  prayer  ; 
For  where  we  pray  our  Saviour  is, 
And  bliss  is  onlv  there. 


When  darkness  veils  His  lovelv  face, 

I  rest  on  His  unchanging  grace ; 

In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 

My  anchor  holds  within  the  vail. — Cho. 

When  He  shall  come  with  trumpet  sound, 
O,  may  I  then  in  Him  be  found  ; 
Dressed  in  His  righteousness  alone. 
Faultless  to  stand  before  the  throne  ! — Cho. 


328. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 


BLEST  is  th%  hour  when  cares  depart. 
And  earthly  |  scenes  are  |  far, — 
When  tears  of  woe  forget  to  start, 
And  gently  dawns  upon  the  heart, 
Devotion's  |  holy  ]  star. 

2  Blest  is  the  place  where  angels  bend 

To  hear  our  |  worship  |  rise. 
Where   kindred  thoughts   their   musings 

blend. 
And  all  the  soul's  afi'ections  tend 

Beyond  the  |  veiling  |  skies. 

3  Blest  are  the  hallowed  vows  that  bind 

Man  to  his  |  work  of  |  love — 
Bind  him  to  cheer  the  humble  mind, 
Console  the  weeping,  lead  the  blind, 

And  guide  to  |  joys  a-  |  bove. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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303 


4  Sweet  shall  the  song  of  glory  swell, 
Spirit  di-  |  vine,  to  [  thee,' 
When  they  whose  work  is  finished  well, 
In  thy  own  courts  of  rest  shall  dwell, 
I  Blest  ••  through  e-  |  ternity.     Amen. 

OiUc/*  i/M5zc — Songs  of  Gladness. 

CONSIDER,  consider 
The  I  lilies  of  the  field  whose  I  bloom 
is  I  brief,  || 
We  are  as  they; 
Like  them  we  |  fade  a-  I  way. 
As  I  doth  a  |  leaf.  || 

2  Consider,  consider 

The  I  sparrows  of  the  air  of  |  small  ac-  ( 
count :  II 

Our  God  doth  view 
Whether  they  |  fall  or  j  mount — 

He  I  guards  us  |  too.  [| 

3  Consider,  consider 

The  I  lilies   that   do   neither  I  spin   nor  I 
toil,  II  .  ' 

Yet  are  most  fair  ; 

What  profits  |  all  this — care. 
And  I  all  this  |  toil  ?  || 

4  Consider,  consider 

The  I  birds  that  have  no  barn  nor  {  har- 
vest I  weeks,  || 

God  gives  them  food  j 
Much  more  our  |  Father  j  seek° 

To  I  do  us  I  sood.  II 


4  If,  then,  so  much  of  truth  I  know, 
So  much  of  love  behold, 
Let  me  not  like  a  heathen  stray, 
But  seek  the  Saviour's  fold, 


332.' 


ALMOST  persuaded  now  to  believe ; 
Almost  persuaded  Christ  to  receive. 
Seems  now  some  soul  to  say, 
"  Go,  Spirit ;  go  thy  way  ; 
Some  more  convenient  day 
On  thee  I'll  call." 

2  Almost  persuaded  !  come,  come  to-day  ; 
Almost  persuaded !  turn  not  away  ; 

Jesus  merits  your  love. 
Angels  are  lingering  near, 
Prayers  rise  from  hearts  so  dear. 
O,  wanderer,  come  ! 

3  Almost  persuaded  !  harvest  is  past. 
Almost  persuaded!  doom  comes  at  last. 

"  Almost"  cannot  avail ; 

"  Almost "  is  but  to  fail  ! 

Sad,  sad  that  bitter  wail — 

"Almost"— but  lost! 


332. 


0  BLISS  of  the  purified  !  bliss  of  the  free, 
I  plunge  in  the  crimson  tide  opened  for 
me. 
O'er  sin  and  uncleanness  exulting  I  stand. 
And  point  to  the  print  of  the  nails  in  his  hand. 


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804 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


330. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 


When  thou  pray  est  enter  \  into  thy  \  closet;  \ 
And  when  thou  hast  shut  thy  door^ 
After  I  this  manner  |  pray —  |  saying :  || 

OUR  Heavenly  Father,  hear  our  prayer, 
Thy  name  be  hallowed  everywhere  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  perfect  will 
In  earth,  as  heaven,  let  all  fulfill ; 
Give  this  day's  bread,  that  we  may  live ; 
Forgive  our  sins  as  we  forgive ; 
Help  us  temptation  to  withstand, 
From  evil  shield  us  by  thy  hand  ; 
Now  and  forever  unto  thee, 
The  kingdom,  power  and  glory  be.  Amen. 


331. 
I 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 


ONLY  am  a  little  child, 

To  learn  I've  just  begun  ; 
Yet  I  have  heard  of  Jesus  Chiist, 
God's  well-beloved  Son. 


2  From  his  bright  home  in  heaven  above, 

He  came  to  earth  and  died  ; 
On  Calvary,  between  two  thieves, 
The  Lord  was  crucified. 

3  The  Bible  says  he  knew  no  sin, 

The  holy  One  was  he  ; 
I  was  a  sinner  doomed  to  die, 
He  died  instead  of  me. 


Chorus. 
O  sing  of  his  mighty  love,       '  ■ 
Sing  of  his  mighty  love. 
Sing  of  his  mighty  love, 
Mighty  to  save. 

O  bliss  of  the  purified,  Jesus  is  lAine, 
No  longer  in  dread  condemnation  I  pine, 
In  conscious  salvation  I  sing  of  his  grace 
Who  lifted  upon  me  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

O  bliss  of  the  purified,  bliss  of  the  pure : 
No  wound  hath  the  soul  that  his  love  cannot 

cure ; 
No  sorrow-bowed  head  but  may  sweetly  find 

rest, 
No  tears,  but  may  dry  them  on  Jesus'  breast. 

O  Jesus,  the  crucified  !  thee  will  I  sing — 
My  blessed  Redeemer,  my  God  and  my  King. 
My  soul,  filled  with  rapture,  shall  shout  o'er 

the  grave. 
And  triumph  in  death  in  the  mighty  to  save. 


333. 


I  WILL  sing  you  a  song  of  that  beautiful 
land, 
The  far-away  home  of  the  soul, 
Where  no  storms  ever  beat  on  the  glittering 
strand. 
While  the  years  of  eternity  roll. 
2  Oh  that  home  of  the  soul,  in  my  visions 
and  dreams. 
Its  bright  jasper  walls  I  can  see, 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


S05 


Till  I  fanpv  Hut  tliiiily  the  veil  intervenes 
Between  the  lair  city  and  rae. 

3  There  the  great  tree  of  life  in   its   beauty 

doth  grow, 
And  the  river  of  life  floweth  by  : 
For  no  death  ever  enters  that  city,  you  know, 
And  nothing  that  maketh  a  lie. 

4  That  unchangeable  home  is  for  you  and  for 

me,  ' 
Where  Jesus  of  Nazareth  stands  ; 
The  King  of  all  kingdoms  forever  is  he,     "^ 
And  he  lioldeth  our  crowns  in  his  hands. 

5  Oh  how  sweet  it  will  be,  in  that  beautiful 

land. 
So  free  from  all  sorrow  and  pain. 
With  songs  on  our  lips,  and  with  harps  in  oui" 
hands, 
To  meet  one  another  again. 


333 


IS  it  true  that  I  must  lie 
In  the  graveyard,  by-and-by, 
And  with  others,  gone  before. 
Sleep  till  time  shall  be  no  more? 
Is  it  true — Oh,  is  it  true  ? 

Is  it  true,  as  many  say. 
Life  is  but  a  passing  day. 
And  that  heaven  is  lost  or  won 
Ere  this  fleeting  day  has  flown  ? 
Is  it  true — Oh  is  it  true  ? 


MISCELLANEOUS.  S07 

4  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 

Whene'er  th'  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  ;  , 

Then  loudest  of  the  throng  I'll  sing. 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 
With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 


335. 
W 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 


HO  arc  these  that  ever  fly, 
Ever  moving  tow'rd  the  sky, 
In  bright  clouds  on  dove-like  wing, 
Victory  I  victory  !  still  they  sing. 

Cho. — They  are  spirits  going  home. 

Home  to  Jesus,  home  to  God, 
Eansomed  from  the  sinner's  doom, 
Snow-white  washed  in  Jesus'  blood. 

2  These  at  yonder  pearly  gate. 
Holy  angels  them  await, 
Point  them  on  to  endless  day, 
Tell  me,  tell  me  who  are  they  ? 

Cho. — They  are  spirits,  &c. 

3  Those,  who  mantled  like  the  sun, 
Cast  their  crowns  before  the  throne, 
Singing  ever  as  they  shine, 

"  Thou  hast  bought  us,  we  are  thine." 
Cho, — They  are  spirits,  &c. 


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308 


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3  Is  it  true  that  on  the  cross 
Jesus  bled  and  died  for  us, 
And,  while  hanging  on  the  tree, 
Upward  sent  a  prayer  for  me  ? 
Is  it  true — Oh  is  it  true  ? 

Is  it  true  that  all  death's  slain 
Will  arise  and  live  again. 
And  to  final  judgment  go, 
Some  for  bliss,  and  some  for  woe  ? 
Is  it  true — Oh  is  it  true  ? 

qq  J.  c.  p.  M. 

^Ol.  Music— Hymnal,  212. 

WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt 
come 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand. 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now. 
Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilett  of  them  all  ; 
But,  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought ! 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  O  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace — 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this,  th'  accepted  day ; 
Thy  pard'ning  voice  oh  let  me  heai; 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 


336 

S 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness, 

UN  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear, 

It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near  ; 
Oh,  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes. 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eye-lids  gently  steep, 

Be  n^y  last  thought  how  sweet  to  rest 
Eorever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh. 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die, 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine, 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin  ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 


337. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  Saviour  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head, 

For  such  a  worm  as  I  ?. 
Cho. — Oh  I  how  I  love  Jesus, 
Oh  1  how  I  love  Jesus, 
Oh  I  how  I  love  Jesus, 
Because  he  first  loved  me. 
[This  Chorus  may  be  suog  to  any  C.  M.  Hymn.] 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


309 


%j^KJt  Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

BEYOND  the  smiling  and  the  weeping, 
I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  waking  and  the  sleeping, 
Beyond  the  sowing  and  the  reaping, 
I  shall  be  soon. 

2  Beyond  the  blooming  and  the  fading, 

I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  shining  and  the  shading, 
Beyond  the  hoping  and  the  dreading, 

I  shall  be  soon. 

3  Beyond  the  gathering  and  the  strewing, 

I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  ebbing  and  the  flowing, 
Beyond  the  coming  and  the  going, 

I  shall  be  soon. 


339, 


31usic — Songs  qf  Gladness. 

JESUS— little  children's  friend, 
How  many  blessings  thou  dost  send  ; 
Oh,  make  me  thankful  unto  thee, 
For  all  thy  goodness  unto  me. 

2  Naughty  things  I've  done  to-day. 
Wilt  thou  forgive,  O  Lord,  I  pray  ; 
Oh,  make  me  thankful,  &c. 

3  "While  I  sleep  upon  my  bed. 

Let  thy  bright  angels  guard  my  head,' 
Oh,  make  me  thankful,  &c. 


311 


nOXOLOGIES. 


342. 


L.M. 


PEAISE  God   from    whom  all  blessings 
flow; 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


343. 


CM. 


LET  God,  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


344. 


S.M. 


YE  angels  round  the  throne. 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit  too. 


345. 
T 


L.C.M. 


O  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God   whom  heav'n's  triumphant 
host 
And  saints  on  earth  adore, 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past. 
Is  now,  and  shall  forever  last, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


sio 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


4  Let  this  night  pass  sweet  away. 
And  bring  me  to  another  day ; 
Oh,  make  me  thankful,  &c. 


340. 


INVOCATIOK. 


Music — Golden  Shower,  85. 


HELP  us,  Lord,  throughout  this  day, 
While  we  sing  and  while  we  pray, 
Let  thy  Spirit  with  us  stay, 
While  here  we  learn  of  Jesus. 


341. 


Music — Fresh  Laurels^  102. 


THE  Lord  is  in  his  holy  temple. 
The  Lord  is  in  his  holy  temple  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  keep  silence  before  him, 
Let  all  the  earth  keep  silence  before  him, 


312 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


346. 


H.M. 


TO  God,  the  Father's  throne. 
Perpetual  honors  raise. 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise  : 
With  all  our  pow'rs,  eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 


347. 


6,4's. 


TTSO  the  great  One  in  three, 

JL      The  highest  glories  be 

Hence  evermore  ; 

O  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  three  in  One, 

Praises  to  thee  belong 

On  earth,  in  heaven. 


348. 


7's. 


[Use  4,  or  6,§or  8  lines.] 


PKAISES  be  to  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 
Praise  him  all  ye  heav'nly  host. 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost  j 
Praise  him  all  below  the  sky. 
Praise  the  name  of  God,  Most  High  ; 
As  through  countless  ages  past 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


S13 


349. 
T 


7,6's. 


0  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit  blest, 
Everlasting  Three  in  One, 

All  worship  be  addressed  ; 
Praise  from  all  above,  below, 

As  throughout  the  ages  past, 
Now  is  given  ;  and  shall  be  so, 
While  endless  ages  last. 


350. 


ll's. 


OFATHEE,  Almighty,    to  thee  be  ad- 
dress'd, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever 

blest, 
All  glory  and  worship  from  earth  and  from 

heav'n. 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  giv'n. 


351. 


8,7's. 


GLOKY  be  to  God,  the  Father, 
G-lory  to  th'  eternal  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Holy  Spirit, 

Hail  the  blessed  Three  in  One ; 
Hallelujah! 
Praise  above,  below  the  sky  ; 
Loud  proclaim  Jehovah's  glory, 
Hail  I  the  blessed  Three  in  One. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  31& 

7  Have  you  any  love  for  Jesus  ? 

When  we  gather  shall  we  say 
That  the  followers  of  the  Master 
Are  not  followers  to-day  ? 

8  Koom  for  Jesus — King  of  glory  I 

Time  for  him,  all  times  obey  ; 
Love  for  him  who  came  to  save  ua— 
Lot  us  ask  these  things  to-day. 


353. 
T 


HOUGH  fierce  the  howling  winds  may 

blow, 

While  o'er  life's  raging  sea  we  go, 

And  heave  our  vessels  to  and  fro, 

Our  Father's  at  the  helm. 

2  Though  lying-to  with  close-reefed  sails, 
While  on  us  beats  the  furious  gale, 
Our  child-like  faith  will  never  fail — 

Our  Father's  at  the  helm. 

3  Though  mountains  on  huge  mountains  rise 
And  toss  us  upward  to  the  skies, 
While  many  a  sea  quite  o'er  us  flies — 

Our  Father's  at  the  helm. 

4  Tho'  down  we  plunge  deep  in  the  wave, 
All  threatened  with  a  watery  grave. 

It  cheered  our  hearts  that  God  can  save : 
Our  Father's  at  the  helm. 


314 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


316 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


OO^o 


Music; — Songs  of  Gladness. 


HAVE  you  any  room  for  Jesus  ? 
When  we  gather,  shall  we  say 
That  the  followers  of  the  Master 
Have  no  time  for  prayer  to-day  ? 

2  He  was  cradled  in  a  manger  ; 

His  own  angels  sang  the  hymn 
Of  rejoicing  at  his  coming. 

Yet  there  was  no  room  for  him, 

3  O  my  brothers,  are  we  wiser. 

Are  we  better  now  than  they  ? 
Have  we  any  room  for  Jesus 
In  the  life  we  live  to-day  ? 

4  Not  much  room  for  our  Lord  Jesus 

Has  there  been,  or  will  there  be  ; 
Eoom  for  Pilate  and  for  Herod — 
Not  for  him  of  Calvary  ! 

6  Room  for  pleasure — doors  wide  open- 
And  for  business;  but  for  him. 
Only  here  and  there,  a  manger, 
Like  to  that  at  Bethlehem. 

6  Have  you  any  time  for  Jesus? 
O  my  brothers,  you  and  I, 
When  a  few  more  days  are  ended, 
Must  have  room  and  time  to  die. 


5  Then  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs  ; 
This  stormy  voyage  will  not  be  long, 
But  soon  we'll  join  the  ransomed  throng, 
For  Father's  at  the  helm. 


354. 


OPEN  the  door  for  the  children, 
Tenderly  gather  them  in  ; 
In  from  the  highways  and  hedges, 

In  from  the  places  of  sin. 
Some  are  so  young  and  so  helpless, 

Some  are  so  hungry  and  cold  ; 
Open  the  door  for  the  children- 
Gather  them  into  the  fold. 

2  Open  the  door  for  the  children  ; 

See,  they  are  coming  in  throngs ; 
Bid  them  set  down  to  the  banquet, 

Teach  them  your  beautiful  songs  ! 
Pray  you  the  Father  to  bless  them. 

Pray  you  thac  grace  may  be  giv'n  , 
Open  the  door  for  the  children — 

Heirs  of  the  kingdom  of  heav'n. 

8  Open  the  door  for  the  children. 

Take  the  dear  lambs  by  the  hand  ; 
Point  them  to  truth  and  to  goodness, 

Send  them  to  Canaan's  land. 
Some  are  so  young  and  so  helpless. 

Some  are  so  hungry  and  cold — 
Open  the  door  for  the  children, 

Gather  them  into  the  fold. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  317 

QK^    b  S.  M. 

OO  jI»      Mitsic — Book  of  Worship,  411. 
'  Tj^OKEVER  with  the  Lord !' 

Jj      So,  Jesus,  let  it  be  : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word — 
'Tis  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  thee  I  roam  ; 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  '  Forever  with  the  Lord  !' 

Saviour,  if  'tis  thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfill. 

4  So  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  vail  in  twain. 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 
OKK  Music — Casket,  31, 

OUU.T  ITTLE  drops  of  water, 
_LJ     Little  grains  of  sand. 
Make  the  mighty  ocean 
And  the  beauteous  land. 

2  And  the  little  moments, 

Humble  tho'  they  be, 
Make  the  mighty  ages 
Of  eternity. 

3  So  our  little  errors 

Lead  the  soul  away 
From  the  paths  of  virtue, 
Oft  in  sin  to  stray. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

There  is  a  beautiful  world, 
Of  harmony  and  love  ; 

O,  may  we  safely  enter  there, 
And  dwell  with  God  above. 

Cho. — "We'll  be  there,  &c. 


319 


357. 


Music — Silver  Fountain,  119. 

PLEASE  to  watch  us,  blessed  Saviour, 
As  we  leave  our  Sabbath  home, 
Guide  and  keep  us  from  all  danger, 
Till  again  to  thee  we  come. 

Chorus. 

Tho'  we  very  often  wander 

In  the  path  of  vice  and  sin, 
Yet  we  pray  that  thou  would'st  hear  us. 

Cleanse  and  make  us  pure  within. 

2  Make  each  spirit  meek  and  lowly, 

Make  us  leave  the  ways  of  strife, 
Lead  us  in  the  path  of  duty, 
Lead  us  to  the  better  life. 

Cho. — Tho'  we  very  often,  &c. 

3  Thus  we'd  serve  thee,  blessed  Saviour, 

Till  we've  crossed  life's  stormy  sea, 
And,  with  each  loved  friend  and  teachej, 
All  are  gathered  home  to  thee. 

Cho. — Tho'  we  very  often,  &c. 


31S 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


320 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


4  Little  deeds  of  kindness, 

Little  deeds  of  love, 
Make  our  earth  an  Eden, 
Like  the  heav'n  above. 

5  Little  seeds  of  mercy, 

Sown  by  youthful  hands, 
Grow  to  bless  the  nations, 
Far  in  ?ieathen  lands. 


356. 


^^us^c — Casket,  76. 


THERE  is  a  beautiful  world 
Where  saints  and  angels  sing  ; 
A  world  where  peace  and  pleasure  reign, 
And  heav'nly  praises  ring. 

Cho.— We'll  be  there,  we'll  be  there, 
Palms  of  vict'ry  we  shall  wear, 
In  that  beautiful  world  on  high. 

2  There  is  a  beautiful  world. 

Where  sorrow  never  comes  ; 
A  world  where  tears  shall  never  fall, 
In  sighing  for  our  home. 
Cho.— We'll  be  there,  &c. 

3  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 

Unseen  to  mortal  sight; 
And  darkness  never  enters  there  ; 
That  home  is  fair  and  bright. 
Cho.— We'll  be  there,  &c. 


358. 


ARISE,  my  soul  arise  ! 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears — 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears. 

Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all. 
All  to  him  I  owe  ; 
Sin  hath  left  a  crimson  stain, 
He  washed  it  white  as  snow. 

2  I  hear  the  Saviour  say, 

"  Thy  strength  indeed  is  small ; 
Child  of  weakness,  watch  and  pray. 
Find  in  me  all  in  all." 


359.        Music— Book  of  Worship,   51c 

WE  love  our  own  dear  Bethany, 
We  love  our  Sabbath  home ; 
We  love  our  own  dear  Bethany, 

And  joyful  will  we  come. 
For  Jesus  here  will  meet  with  us, 

His  spirit  to  impart ; 
Come,  let  us  now  his  name  confess^ 
And  own  him  in  our  heart. 

2  On  earth  he  loved  dear  Bethany, 
It  was  his  frequent  home  ; 
On  earth  he  loved  dear  Bethany, 
O,  may  he  hither  come! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


321 


MISCELJLANEOTJtt. 


328 


His  name  we'll  never  cease  to  sing, 

His  word  we  will  obey  ; 
Loud  let  his  name  with  praises  ring, 

On  this  his  holy  day. 

000.«         Music— Sonffs  of  Gladness. 

I'm  a  little  sailor, 
Sailing  o'er  the  sea, 
Over  Time's  big  billows, 

To  eternity. 
Jesus,  Pilot,  hold  the  helm. 
Let  no  storm  my  bark  o'erwhelm. 

2  I'm  a  little  soldier, 

Troops  of  foes  around, 
Satan,  sin  and  pleasure 

Smite  with  many  a  wouDd. 
Jesus,  Captain,  lead  me  on, 
Help  me  win  the  victor's  crown. 

3  I'm  a  little  pilgrim, 

Traveling  toward  the  sky. 
Steep  the  path  before  me, 

Snares  around  me  lie. 
Jesus,  pilgrim,  show  the  way, 
Homeward  to  eternal  day. 

4  I'm  a  little  racer, 

Eunning  for  the  prize. 
Wreaths  of  fadeless  flowers, 

Yonder  in  the  skies. 
Jesus,  who  thy  race  hast  run, 
Ever  present  help  me  on. 
6 


2  Though  the  road  be  rough  and  thorny, 

Trackless  as  the  foaming  sea, 
Thou  hast  trod  this  way  before  me, 
And  I'll  gladly  follow  thee. 
I  will  follow  thee,  &c. 

3  Tho'  thou  lead'st  me  thro'  affliction. 

Poor,  forsaken  though  I  be, 
Thou  wert  destitute,  afflicted, 
And  I  only  follow  thee. 
I  will  follow  thee,  &c. 

4  Though  to  Jordan's  rolling  billows, 

Cold  and  deep,  thou  leadest  me, 
Tliou  hast  crossed  its  waves  before  me, 
And  I  still  will  follow  thee. 
I  will  follow  thee,  &c. 


Music — Son(/s  of  Gladness. 

WHEN  we  get  home  where  Jesus  is, 
And  hear  his  friendly  greeting, 
Our  souls  will  feel  a  heavenly  bliss, 
In  such  a  joyful  meeting. 

Chorus. 
We  soon  shall  be  from  sorrow  free,  . 

A  happy  home  we're  nearing  ; 
Oiir  Father's  call  invites  us  all, 

O,  blessed  thought,  how  cheering  I 


322 


361. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


324: 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 


WHEN  to  thee,  who  hast  thy  dwelling 
In  the  heaven  of  light  excelling, 
We  our  youthful  griefs  are  telling  ; 
Lord  and  Saviour,  hear  us. 

2  When,  at  birth  of  rosy  morning, 

Our  glad  songs  shall  greet  the  dawning, 
When  the  sun  the  moon's  adorning  ; 
Lord  and  Saviour,  hear  us. 

8  Or  when  day's  bright  hours  are  ending, 
When,  the  shades  of  night  descending, 
We  are  at  thy  footstool  bending  ; 
Lord  and  Saviour,  hear  us. 

4  Eor  a  life  thy  praise  expressing, 
For  a  death  thy  name  confessing, 
For  a  heaven  of  endless  blessing  ; 
Lord  and  Saviour,  hear  us. 


362. 


I  WILL  follow  my  Saviour 
Wheresoe'er  my  lot  may  be  ; 
Where  thou  goest  I  will  follow, 
Yes,  my  Lord,  I'll  follow  thee. 

Chorus. 
I  will  follow  thee,  my  Saviour : 

Thou  didst  shed  thy  blood  lf)r  me, 
And  tho'  all  men  should  forsake  me. 

By  thy  grace  I'll  follow  thee. 


2  So  long  in  this  dark  world  we've  stayed. 

We  feel  an  anxious  longing 
To  see  that  home  without  a  shade, 

Where  ransomed  souls  are  thronging. 
Cho. — We  soon  shall  be,  &c. 

3  If  doubts  arise,  or  courage  fail, 

At  every  ill-made  story, 
Death  soon  will  lift  the  mystic  veil, 
And  bear  us  home  to  glory. 
Cho. — We  soon  shall  be,  &c. 

4  Then,  happy  souls,  to  Jesus  raise 

Your  songs,  with  cheerful  voices, 
And  sing  that  home's  endearing  lays. 
While  every  heart  rejoices. 
Cho.-— We  soon  shall  be,  &c. 


364. 


Music— S.  S.  Ec 


50. 


HOW  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below, 
In  fellowship  of  love  ! 
And,  tho'  we  part,  'tis  bliss  to  know 
The  good  shall  meet  above. 

Chorus. 
Oh,  that  will  be  joyful,  joyful,  joyfull 
Oh,  that  will  be  j'. }  iui, 
To  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  Yes,  happy  thought  i  when  we  are  free 
From  earthly  grief  and  pain. 
In  heaven  we  shall  each  other  see, 
And  never  part  again. 

Cho, — Oh,  that  will  be  joyful,  &g. 


illSCELLANEOUS. 


S25 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


327 


8  The  children  who  have  loved  the  Lord, 
Shall  hail  their  teachers  there  ; 
And  teachers  gain  the  rich  reward 
Of  all  their  toil  and  care. 

Cho.— Oh,  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

4  Then  let  us  each,  in  strength  divine, 
Still  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 
That  we  with  those  we  love  may  join 
In  never-ending  praise, 

Cho.— Oh,  that  will  he  joyful,  &c. 

OOO.  Music— Goldeji  Chain,  26. 

PILGKIMS  we  are,  to  Canaan  bound, 
Our  journey  lies  along  this  road  ; 
This  wilderness  we  travel  round. 
To  reach  the  city  of  our  God. 

Chorus. 
O  happy  pilgrims,  spotless  fair, 
"What  makes  your  robes  so  white  appear  ? 

2  A  few  more  days,  or  weeks,  or  years, 

In  this  dark  desert  to  complain  ; 
A  few  more  sighs,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  bid  adieu  to  pain. 
Chg.— 0  happy  pilgrims,  &c. 

3  O  blessed  land  !  O  happy  land  ! 

When  shall  we  reach  thy  golden  shore 
And  one  redeemed,  unbroken  band 
United  be  for  evermore  ? 

Cho.— O  happy  pilgrims,  &c. 

32G  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

366. 

MY  body,  soul  and  spirit, 
Jesus,  I  give  to  thee, 
A  consecrated  off'ring, 
Thine  evermore  to  be. 
Chorus — My  all  is  on  the  altar, 

I'm  waiting  for  the  fire — 
Waiting,  waiting,  waiting 
I'm  waiting  for  the  fire. 

2  O  Jesus,  mighty  Saviour, 

I  trust  in  thy  great  name, 
I  look  for  thy  salvation. 
Thy  promise  now  I  claim. 
My  all  is  on  the  altar,  &c. 

3  I  am  thine,  O  blessed  Jesus, 

Wash'd  by  thy  precious  blood — 
Now  seal  me  by  thy  Spirit, 
A  sacrifice  to  God. 

My  all  is  on  the  altar,  &c. 


367. 


HO  !  my  comrades,  see  the  signal 
Waving  in  the  sky  ! 
Reinforcements  now  appearing, 
Victory  is  nigh  I 
Cho, — "  Hold  the  fort,  for  I  am  coming, 
Jesus  signals  still — 
Wave  the  answer  back  to  heaven, 
"  By  thy  grace,  we  will  I" 


2  See  the  mighty  host  advancing, 

Satan  leading  on  : 
Mighty  men  around  us  falling. 
Courage  almost  gone. 

3  See  the  glorious  banner  waving. 

Hear  the  bugle  blow  ; 
In  our  Leader's  name  we'll  triumph 
Over  every  foe. 

4  Fierce  and  long  the  battle  rages, 

But  our  Help  is  near  ; 
Onward  comes  our  great  Commander  ! 
Cheer,  my  comrades,  cheer  ! 


367. 


TOSS'D  with  rough  waves,  and  faint  with 
fear. 
Above  the  tempest,  soft  and  clear, 
What  still,  small  accents  greet  mine  ear? 

Cho.—"  'Tis  I !  be  not  afraid !" 

'"Tis  I !  'tis  I !  be  not  afraid." 
"  'Tis  I !  thy  Lord,  thy  Life,  thy  Light : 
'Tis  I— be  not  afraid!" 

2  These  raging  winds,  this  surging  sea. 
Bear  not  a  breath  of  wrath  to  thee — • 
That  storm  has  all  been  spent  on  me ; 
'Tis  I — be  not  afraid. 

8  Mine  eyes  are  watching  by  thy  bed, 
Mine  arms  are  underneath  thy  head, 


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My  blessing  is  around  thee  shed — 
'Tis  I — be  not  afraid. 

4  When  on  the  other  side  thy  feet 

Shall  rest  where  welcome  thousands  meet. 
One  well-known  voice  thy  heart  shall  gree\ 
"'Tis  I— be  not  afraid!" 


368. 


Prayer  Meeting  Hymns,  200. 


7s. 


WAIT  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 
To  his  gracious  promise  flee. 
Laying  hold  upon  this  word, 
"As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 

Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 
God  has  promised  needful  grace, — 
"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

3  Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief, 

In  succession  thou  may'st  see; 
This  is  still  my  sweet  relief, — 
"As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  Bock  6f  ages,  I'm  secure, 

With  thy  promise,  full  and  free, 
Faithful,  positive,  and  sure  ; 
"As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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MISCELLANEOUS. 


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369 


o  Music — Fresh  Laurels, 

JESUS,  dear,  I  come  to  thee, 
Thou  hast  said  I  may  ; 
Tell  me  what  my  life  should  be, 

Take  my  sins  away. 
Jesus,  dear,  I  learn  of  thee, 

In  thy  word  divine, 
Ev'ry  promise  tliere  I  see, 
May  I  call  it  mine. 

Chorus. 
Jesus,  hear  my  humble  song, 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  stroi 
Gently  lead  my  soul  along, 
Help  me  come  to  thee. 
2  Jesus,  dear,  I  long  for  thee, 
Long  thy  peace  to  know, 
'Grant  those  purer  joys  to  me, 

Earth  can  ne'er  bestow  ; 
Jesus,  dear,  I  cling  to  theej 

When  my  heart  is  sad, 
Thou  wilt  kindly  speak  to  me, 
Thou  wilt  make  me  glad. 
Cho.— Jesus,  hear,  &c. 


31. 


^■ig, 


370. 


32. 


Music — Fresh  Laureh 

LET  us  try  to  work  for  Jesus 
^  In  our  Sunday  school  below, 
While  we're  traveling  on  together, 
And  rejoicing  as  we  go; 


Till  the  night  of  death  is  faded 
From  the  heart  once  full  of  day, 

Till  the  stars  of  heaven  are  breaking 
Thro'  the  twilight  soft  and  gray. 

Chorus. 

I  am  waiting,  only  waiting 
For  the  summons  to  the  grave — 

And  I'm  trusting,  solely  trusting 
In  almighty  power  to  save. 

2  Only  waiting  till  the  reapers 

Have  their  last  sheaf  gather'd  home, 
For  the  summer-time  is  ended, 

And  the  autumn  winds  have  come. 
Quickly,  reapers,  gather  quickly 

All  the  ripe  hours  of  my  heart. 
For  the  bloom  of  life  is  withered. 

And  I  hasten  to  depart. 

3  Only  waiting  till  the  angels 

Open  wide  the  crystal  gate, 
At  whose  feet  I  long  have  linger' d, 

Weary,  poor  and  desolate. 
Even  now  I  hear  their  footsteps. 

And  their  voices  far  away  ; 
•  If  they  call  me,  I  am  waiting, 

Only  waiting  to  obey. 

4  Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 

Are  a  little  longer  grown  : 


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For  the  blessed  Saviour's  near  us, 
He  will  comfort,  help  and  cheer  us 
In  our  Sunday  school  below. 

Chorus. 
Now  is  the  time,  the  blessed  time  to  work, 
!N'ow  is  the  time  to  work  for  Jesus. 

2  We  are  happy,  always  happy, 

In  the  Sunday  school  we  love, 
We  are  singing,  gladly  singing 

Of  the  promised  land  above ; 
There  are  crowns  for  us  in  glory, 
And  we'll  tell  the  joyful  story 

In  the  Sunday  school  we  love. 
Cho — jN'ow  is  the  time,  &c. 

3  Come,  comfl,  dear  friends  and  join  us 

In  our  happy  Sunday  school, 
Come  and  work  with  us  for  Jesus, 

Come  and  learn  the  Golden  Rule  ; 
Thus  when  life's  short  day  is  over, 
We  will  sing  with  joy  forever 

In  the  promised  land  above. 
Cho. — N^ow  is  the  time,  &c. 


371. 

0 


NLY  waiting  till  the  shadows 
Are  a  little  longer  grown  ; 
Only  waiting  till  the  glimmer 
Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  flown- 


Only  waiting  till  the  glimmer 
Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  flown — 

Then,  from  ou.t  the  gathering  darkness, 
Holy,  deathless  stars  will  rise, 

By  whose  light  my  soul  will  gladly 
Wing  its  passage  to  the  skies. 


Written  (with  dialogue  to  be  spoken,)  for  the  "North- 
ern Home"  of  Philadelphia,  iu  aid  of  fund  for  erection 
of  new  Chapel.  Remaining  verses,  dialogue,  and  music 
in  Sn^'GS  of  Gladness. 

^  I  ^,  Music — 8on(js  of  Gladness- 

A  COMPANY  of  builders, 
Not  very  big,  are  we, 
But  when  a  job  we  take  in  hand, 

We  work,  as  here  you  see. 
We  want  to  build  a  chapel. 

With  walls  both  high  and  thick ; 
Now  won't  you  buy  a  brick,  kind  friends? 
Now  won't  you  buy  a  brick  ? 

Chorus. 

Please  buy  a  brick,  please  buy  a  brick, 
Please  buy  a  brick,  kind  friends, 

Now  please  buy  a  brick  ; 
Please  buy  a  brick,  friends, 

Now  only  say  the  word. 

For  what  you  give  to  build  a  church 

Tou  simply  lend  the  Lord. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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MISCELLANEOUS. 


33S 


373. 


3Iusic — Sonffs  of  Gladness. 


WOEK  I   Christian  laborer,  work  ! 
Now,  while  'tis  called  to-day; 
Toil  in  thy  Master's  work, 

And,  toiling,  watch  and  pray ! 
The  tempter  bids  thoe  pause  and  sleep  ; 
Work  !  if  thou  wouldst  the  harvest  reap. 

2  Pray  1   Christian  pilgrim,  pray  ! 

And  keep  thine  armor  bright ! 
Though  rugged  be  the  way, 

Though  cheerless  be  the  night, 
Through  darkest  night  and  weariest  day 
Pray  without  ceasing — Christian,  pray  S 

3  Fight !  Christian  soldier,  fight ! 

The  battle  is  the  Lord'.s  ; 
Strong  in  Jehovah's  might, 

The  strength  himself  affords  ; 
O'er  foes  without,  and  foes  within, 
Strong  in  the  Lord,  the  day  thou'lt  win. 

4  "Wait }  Christian  workman,  wait  1 

Nor  yet  impatient  be. 
In  this  thine  earthly  state, 

Thy  harvest  time  to  see. 
The  Lord's  appointed  time  will  come ; 
He'll  take  his  faithful  workmen  home. 


2  We  shall  sing  on  that  beautiful  shore, 

The  melodious  songs  of  the  blest, 
And  our  spirits  shall  sorrow  no  more — 
Not  a  sigh  for  the  blessing  of  rest. 
Cho. — In  the  sweet  by-and-by,  &c. 

3  To  our  bountiful  Father  above, 

We  will  offer  the  tribute  of  praise. 
For  the  glorious  gift  of  his  love. 

And  the  blessings  that  hallow  our  days  f 
Cho. — In  the  sweet  bv-and-bv,  &c. 


376. 


Mi/.ric — Songs  of  Gladness. 


0  CAREY  me  over  the  river,  so  deep! 
The  current  is  swift,   and  the  bank  is 

so  steep. 
My  spirit  is  weary,  and  longs  for  sweet 

rest — 
The  dear  Canaan  of  promise,  the  home  of 

the  blest. 
O,  carry  me  over  the  river,  so  drear ! 
Why  must  I  still  linger  in  sorrow  and  fear  ? 
O,  why  should  I  stand  in  the  water  so  cold, 
When  longing  to  enter  the  city  of  gold  ? 

2  O,  carry  me  over  the  river,  dear  Lord  ! 
Thou  knowest  my  weakness,  kind  succor 

afford ! 
Thy  voice  can  control  e'en  the  wind  and 

the  tide, 


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374. 


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336 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


Music — Sonffs  of  Gladness. 


"VTOW  the  Sabbath  eve  declining, 
iJi      Sheas  around  a  hallowed  light, 
And  thft  silver  stars  are  shining 
With  a  radiance  pure  and  bright. 

2  Soft  and  gentle  be  the  numbers 

Which  our  grateful  spirits  raise, 
God  above,  while  nature  slumbers, 
Hear,  Oh  hear  our  song  of  praise. 

3  May  the  words  of  inspiration 

Which  our  ears  have  heard  to-day, 
Wake  a  holy  contemplation. 
Call  our  souls  from  earth  away. 

4  While  with  hearts  and  voices  blending, 

L^p  to  heaven  our  thoughts  we  raise ; 
Those  to  mortal  vows  attending, 
Hear,  oh^hear  our  song  of  praise. 

f3  I  0«  Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

THERE'S  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day, 
And  by  faith  we  may  see  it  afar. 
For  the  Father  waits  over  the  way, 
To  prepare  us  a  dwelling-place  there. 

Chorus. 
In  the  sweet  by-and-by, 

We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore ! 
With  our  Saviour,  on  high, 

We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore. 


One  beck  of  thy  hand  make  these  billows 

subside. 
O,  carry  me  over  the  river  !  say  "  Peace!" 
And  give  to  my  soul  a  most  joyful  release, 
My  Shepherd  thou  art,  I  have  followed 

thy  rod, 
And  follow  thee  now  through  the  river  to 

God. 
8  He  hears  me, — dear  Jesus!  he  answers  my 

prayer. 
He  takes  me  away  from  this  region  of  care ; 
I  spring  from  my  fetters  ;  I'm  clasped  in 

his  arms, 
No   longer   I'm   subject  to  death's   rude 

alarms. 
Across   the  dark   river,  no  more  shall  1 

roam , 
A  pilgrim  and  stranger  from  Heaven  my 

home ; 
The  veil  is  uplifted  :  my  eyes  now  behold 
The  splendor  that  lights  up  the  city  of  gold. 

O  i    I  •  Music — Chapel  Gems,  24. 

01  LOVE  to  think  of  Jesus  as  he  sat  be- 
side the  sea  ; 
Where  the  waves  were  only  murm'ring 
on  the  strand ; 
When  he  sat  within  the  boat,  on  the  sil- 
ver wave  afloat, 
While  he  taught  the  waiting  people  oa 
•   the  land. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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MISCELLANEOUS. 


3S9 


Chorus. 
O  I  love  to  think  of  Jesus  by  the  sea ; 
O  I  love  to  think  of  Jesus  by  the  sea, 
And  I  love  the  precious  Word, 
Which  he  spake  to  them  that  heard, 
JVhile  he  taught  the  waiting  people  by 
the  sea. 

2  0  1  love  to  think  of  Jesus  as  he  walk'd 

upon  the  sea  ; 
When  the  waves  were  rolling  fearfully 

and  grand  ; 
How  the  winds  and  waves  were  still,  at  the 

bidding  of  his  will, 
While   he   brought  his  lov'd   disciples 

safe  to  land. 

Chorus. 
O  I  love  to  think  of  Jesus  by  the  sea ; 
O  I  love  to  think  of  Jesus  by  the  sea, 
How  he  walk'd  upon  the  wave. 
His  beloved  ones  to  save, 

While  he  brought  them  safely  o'er  the 
stormy  sea. 

3  0  1  love  to  think  of  Jesus  as  he  walk'd 

beside  the  sea  ; 

Where  the  fishers  spread  their  nets  upon 
the  shore  ; 
How  he  bade  them  follow  him,  and  for- 
sake the  paths  of  sin, 

And  to  be  his  true  disciples  evermore. 


The  song  of  triumph  thunders  o'er  oppres- 
sion's grave. 

Cho. — Shout  hallelujah  I  «&c. 

3  O  !  mighty  Intercessor, 
Defeat  the  great  Oppressor, 
Till  from  the  trodden  spirit  every  tyrant 
shall  be  hurled, 
And  every  fetter  riven, 
Beneath  the  light  of  heaven. 
The  flag  of  gospel  freedom  covers  all  the 
world. 

Cho. — Shout  hallelujah  I  &c. 

O  ■  y  •  Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

COME,  come  to  Jesus  ! 
He  waits  to  welcome  thee; 
O  wand'rer,  eagerly ; 
Come,  come  to  Jesus  I 

2  Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

He  waits  to  ransom  thee, 
O  slave  !  eternally  ; 
Come,  come  to  Jesus  I 

3  Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

He  waits  to  lii;hten  thee, 
O  burdened  !  graciously  ; 
Come,  come  to  Jesus  I 

4  Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

He  waits  to  give  to  thee, 
O  blind  !  a  vision  free  j 
Come,  come  to  Jesus  I 


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Chorus. 
O  I  love  to  think  of  Jesus  by  the  sea  j 
O  I  love  to  think  of  Jesus  by  the  sea, 
And  I  long  to  leave  my  all, 
At  the  dear  Kedeemer's  call, 

And  his  true  disciple  evermore  to  be. 

^  I  Q,  Music — Songs  of  Gladness. 

ABEIGHTEE  day  is  breaking, 
The  nations  are  awaking, 
A  holy  light  is  creeping  o'er  the  land  and 
o'er  the  sea ; 
The  voice  of  God  has  spoken. 
The  chains  of  sin  are  broken, 
And  by  the  Truth  of  Calvary  the  soul  is  free. 

Chorus. 
Shout  hallelujah  !  the  dayis  breaking  o'er  us. 
For  victory  and  Liberty  we  sing  to.  God  a 

chorus, 
Until  we  lift  our  banners  amid  the  loud  ho- 

sannas, 
That  peal  a  song  of  Freedom  at  the  golden 

throne. 

2  God's  chariot  wheels  are  rumbling, 
The  walls  of  sin  are  crumbling, 
The  guns  of  truth  are  booming  on  the  hill 
and  on  the  wave, 
And  'mid  the  cannon's  rattle, 
In  Freedom's  holy  battle, 


340 

380,      Music— Hymnal,  167.      L.IU, 

JESUS,  engrave  it  on  my  heart. 
That  Thou  the  one  thing  needful  art; 
I  could  from  all  things  parted  be. 
But  never,  never,  Lord,  from  Thee. 

INTeedful  art  Thou  to  make  me  live  j 
Needful  art  Thou  all  grace  to  give; 
Needful  to  guide  me,  lest  I  stray; 
Needful  to  help  me  every  day. 

Needful  is  Thy  most  precious  blood; 
Needful  is  Thy  correcting  rod  ; 
Needful  is  Thine  indulgent  care , 
Needful  Thine  all-prevailing  prayer. 

Needful  art  Thou  to  be  my  stay 
Through  all  life's  dark  and  thorny  way; 
Nor  less  in  death  Thou'lt  needful  be. 
When  I  yield  up  my  soul  to  Thee. 

381«        Music— Hymnal,  186.       L.BU, 

SHOW  pity.  Lord ;  O  Lord  forgive. 
Let  a  repentant  rebel  live; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 

Oh,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean; 
Great  God,  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  Thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


84:1 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 
Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

OOi^«        Music— Bymnal,  229.       Vi  iVii 
A   M  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
Jr\.     A  follower  of  the  Lamb, 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 
Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
'While  others  fight  to  win  the  prize. 

And  sail  through  bloody  seas  ? 
Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 
Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign — 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  : 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 


Chorus, 
Rocks  and  storms  I'll  fear  no  more 
When  on  that  eternal  shore. 
Drop  the  anchor  !  furl  the  sail ! 
I  am  safe  within  the  veil. 

2  Onward,  bark  !  the  cape  I'm  rounding, 

See,  the  blessed  wave  their  hands ; 
Hear  the  harps  of  God  resounding 

From  the  bright,  immortal  bands. — Gho. 

3  There,  let  go  the  anchor,  riding 

On  this  calm  and  silv'ry  bay  ; 
Sea- ward  fast  the  tide  is  gliding. 

Shores  in  sunlight  stretch  away. — Cho. 

4  Now  we're  safe  from  all  temptation. 

All  the  storms  of  life  are  past : 
Praise  the  Rock  of  our  salvation. 
We  are  safely  home  at  last. — Cho. 

L,  M. 

Music — f.  252  Hallowed  Songs. 

WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given ; 
But  soon,  ah  1  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day, 

How  sweet  the  Gospel's  charming  sound  j 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  is  found. 


385. 


342 

383. 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 

P.M. 

Music — ^.  58  Hallowed  Songs 


344 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


THEEE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest. 
To  mourning  wand'rers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress' d, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 
'Tis  found  above,  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals^ 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye. 

To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

004.  P.  M. 

^^'^^^o         Music — -p.  81  Hallowed  Songs. 

^^T  AND  ahead  !"  its  fruits  are  waving 

■  J    O'er  the  hills  of  fadeless  green. 
And  the  living  waters  laving 

Shores  where  heavenly  forms  are  seen. 


3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing. 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave : 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise- 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer. 
No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

OOOe  Music—Charm,  p.  9. 

BY  and  by  we  shall  see  Jesus, 
By  and  by,  oh,  by  and  by  ; 
Even  now  he  looks  and  knows  us. 

Journeying  toward  his  home  on  high, 
And  he  smiles  upon  us,  saying, 

"  By  and  by,  oh,  by  and  by. 
Cares  and  trials  you'll  be  laying 
With  your  earthly  garments  by." 
Chorus. 
By  and  by,  oh  sing  it  softly. 

Thinking  not  of  earthly  care. 
But  the  by  and  by  of  heaven, 
Waiting  for  us  over  there. 
2  By  and  by  we  shall  be  standing, 
B]^  and  by,  oh,  by  and  by. 
At  fair  heaven's  shining  landing. 

While  the  river  murmurs  by. 
And  our  friends  will  round  us  gather. 

By  and  by,  oh,  by  and  by. 
Saying,  "  Welcome,  for  the  Father 
Loves  to  have  his  children  nigh." 


MISCKLLANE0U3. 

3  By  and  by,  we  say  it  gently, 

Looking  on  our  peaceful  dead, 
And  we  do  not  think  of  earth-life, 

But  of  heaven's  sweet  life  instead. 
By  and  by  we  shall  all  gather, 

By  and  by,  oh  by  and  by, 
In  the  life  of  God  our  Father, 

That  shall  know  no  by  and  by. 


34:5 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


34:7 


387. 


Music — Charm,  p.  52. 


KNOCKING,  knocking— who  is  there? 
Waiting,  waiting,  oh  how  fair  I 
'Tis  a  pilgrim,  strange  and  kingly, 

Never  such  was  seen  before ; 
Ah,  my  soul,  for  such  a  wonder. 
Wilt  thou  not  undo  the  door  ? 

2  Knocking,  knocking — still  he's  there, 
Waiting,  waiting,  wondrous  fair  ; 
But  the  door  is  hard  to  open, 

For  the  weeds  and  ivy-vine. 
With  their  dark  and  clinging  tendrils, 
Ever  round  the  binges  twine. 

3  Knocking,  knocking — what !  still  there  ? 
Waiting,  waiting,  grand  and  fair  ; 

Yes,  the  pierced  hand  still  knocketh — 
And  beneath  tlie  crowned  hair 

Beam  tlie  patient  eyes,  so  tender. 
Of  thy  Saviour,  waiting  there. 


2  Though  I  forget  him,  and  wander  away, 
Kindly  he  follows  wherever  I  stray, 
Back  to  his  dear  loving  arms  Avould  I  flee, 
When  I  remember  that  Jesus  loves  me. 

3  Oh,  if  there's  only  one  song  I  can  sing. 
When  in  his  beauty  I  see  the  great  King, 
This  shall  my  song  in  eternity  be, 

Oh,  what  a  wonder  that  Jesus  loves  me. 


390. 


Music — Charm,  p.  86. 

THRO'  the  valley  of  the  shadow  I  must  go, 
Where  the  cold  waves  of  Jordan  roll; 
But  the  promise  of  my  Shepherd  will  I  know, 

Be  the  rod  and  the  staff  to  my  soul. 
Even  now  down  the  valley  as  I  glide, 

I  can  hear  my  Saviour  say,  "  Follow  me  !" 
And  with  him  I'm  not  afraid  to  cross  the  tide, 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley  for  me. 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley. 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley. 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley  for  me. 
And  no  evil  will  I  fear 
While  my  Shepherd  is  so  near, 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley  for  me. 
2  Now  the  rolling  of  the  billows  I  can  hear. 
As  they  beat  on  the  turf-bound  shore  ; 

But  the  beacon  light  of  love  so  bright  and 
clear. 
Guides  my  bark,  frail  and  lone,  safely  o'er. 

I  shall  find  down  the  valley  no  alarms, 
For  my  Saviour's  blessed  smile  I  can  see; 
He  will  bear  me  in  his  loving,  mighty  arms, 


346 


PRECIOUS  HYMNS. 


348 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


OOO.  Music— Charm,  p.  62. 

COME  to  the  Saviour,  make  no  delay  ; 
Here  in  his  word  he's  shown  us  the  way; 
Here  in  our  midst  he's  standing  to-day. 
Tenderly  saying,  "  Come  !" 

Chorus. 
Joyful,  joyful  will  the  meeting  be. 
When  from  sin  our  hearts  are  pure  and  free, 
And  we  shall  gather,  Saviour,  with  thee 
In  our  eternal  home. 

2  "  Suffer  the  children  !"  oh,  hear  his  voice; 
Let  every  heart  leap  forth  and  rejoice, 
And  let  us  freely  make  him  our  choice : 

Do  not  delay,  but  come. 

3  Think  once  again  ;  he's  with  us  to-day — 
Heed  now  his  blest  commands,  and  obey  ; 
Hear  now  his  accents  tenderly  say, 

"  Will  you,  my  children,  come  ?" 


389, 


Music — Charm,  p.  111. 

I  AM  so  glad  that  our  Father  in  heaven 
Tells  of  his  love  in  the  Book  he  has  given : 
Wonderful  things  in  the  Bible  I  see — 
This  is  the  dearest,  that  Jesus  loves  me. 
Chorus. 
I  am  so  glad  that  Jesus  loves  me, 
Jesus  loves  me,  Jesus  loves  me, 
I  am  so  glad  that  Jesus  loves  me, 
Jesus  loves  even  me. 


There's  a  light  in  the  valley  for  me. 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley, 
There's  a  light  in  the  valley, 

There's  a  light  in  the  valley  for  me ; 
And  no  evil  will  I  fear. 
While  my  Shepherd  is  so  near, 

There's  a  light  in  the  valley  for  me. 


391. 


OVER  the  river  the  streets  are  of  gold, 
There  are  enjoyments  and  pleasures  un- 
told : 
Over  the  river  time  never  grows  old, 

Bearing  its  burden  of  years. 
There  all  our  sorrows  and  sighings  will  cease, 
Hushed  by  the  chorus  of  heavenly  peace. 
Over  the  river — thrice  happy  release ! 
We  shall  be  free  from  our  fears. 

Chorus. 

Over  the  river,  over  the  river, 
Over  the  river  the  streets  are  of  gold. 
Over  the  river  the  streets  are  of  gold  ; 
There  are  enjoyments  and  pleasures  untold, 
Over  the  river  time  never  grows  old, 

Bearing  its  burden  of  years. 

There  every  tear  shall  be  wiped  from  our  eyes, 
There  where  the  sunlight  of  glory  ne'er  dies, 
Lighting  forever  those  fair  upper  skies, 
Eden's  glad  plains  to  adorn. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


34:9 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


351 


Over  the  river,  fair  kingdom  of  light ! 
There  heaven's  mansions  forever  are  bright, 
Over  the  river  there  cometh  no  night, 
Long  as  eternity's  morn. 


392. 


Musk — Pure  Gold,  p.  32. 

LEAD  me  to  Jesus,  lead  me  to  Jesus, 
Help  me  to  love  him,  help  me  to  pray ; 
He  is  my  Saviour,  I  would  believe  him : 
I  would  be  like  him — show  me  the  way. 

Chorus. 
Quickly  haste,  and  come  whery  happy  chil- 
dren meet, 
Hither  come  and  rest  thy  little  weary  feet ; 
Turn  from  thy  pleasures,  turn  from  thy  play, 
Come  to  our  Sunday-school,  away. 

Lead  me  to  Jesus,  he  will  protect  me, 

He  is  so  loving,  gentle  and  mild  ; 

Calling  the  children,  bidding  them  welcome; 

Surely  he  calls  me — I  am  a  child. 

Tell  me  of  Jesus,  tell  of  his  mercy ; 
Is  there  a  fountain  flowing  so  free  ? 
All  who  are  willing  drink  of  its  waters ; 
Say,  is  that  fountain  flowing  for  me  ? 

Lord,  I  am  coming !  Jesus,  my  Saviour, 
Pity  my  weakness,  make  me  thy  child ; 
I  would  receive  thee,  trust  and  believe  thee, 
I  would  be  like  thee,  gentle  and  mild. 


That  this  world's  empty  glory 

Is  costing  nie  too  dear. 
Yes,  and  when  that  world's  glory 

Is  drawing  on  my  soul, 
I'ell  me  the  old,  old  story, 

"  Christ  Jesus  makes  thee  whole.*' 


394 


Mu^ic — Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  95. 

I  LOVE  to  tell  the  story 
Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  glory, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

1  love  to  tell  the  story. 
Because  I  know  it's  true, 

It  satisfies  my  longings 
As  nothing  else  would  do. 
Chorus. 
Oh,  yes,  I  love  to  tell  the  story, 
'Twill  be  niv  happy  theme  in  glory 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story 
Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  story. 
More  wonderful  it  seems 

Than  all  the  golden  fancies 
Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story, 
It  did  so  much  for  me, 

And  that  is  just  the  reason 
I  tell  it  now  to  thee. 


350 


393. 


PRECIOUS    HYMN,- 


Music- 


Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  94. 

TELL  me  the  old,  old  story. 
Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  glory. 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 
Tell  me  the  story  simply, 

As  to  a  little  child, 
For  I  am  weak  and  weary. 
And  helpless  and  defiled. 
Chorus— 11  :Tell  me  the  old,  old  Ftory:Jl 
Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

2  Tell  me  tlie  story  slowly, 
That  I  may  take  it  in— 

That  wonderful  redemption, 

God's  remedy  for  sin. 
Tell  me  the  story  often, 

For  I  forget  so  soon  ! 
The  "  early  dev/ "  of  morning 

Has  passed  away  at  noon. 

3  Tell  me  the  story  softly. 
With  earnest  tones  and  grave ; 

Kemember!  I'm  the  sinner 
Whom  Jesus  came  to  save. 

Tell  me  that  story  always, 
If  you  would  really  be. 

In  any  time  of  trouble, 
A  comforter  to  me. 

4  Tell  me  the  some  old  story, 
When  you  have  cause  to  fear 


852  PRECIOUS  HYMNS. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 
'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat. 

What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it, 
More  wonderfully  sweet. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

For  some  have  never  heard 

The  message  of  salvation 
From  God's  own  holy  word, 

4  I  love  to  tell  the  story. 
For  those  who  know  it  best.. 

Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 
To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 

And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 
I  sing  the  New,  New  Song, 

'Twill  be  the  Old,  Old  Story 
That  I  have  loved  so  long. 


395 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  99» 

BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
How  sweet  the  lily  grows ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  Mil, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose. 

2  Lo !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  liave  trod. 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


35S 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


b55 


4  O  Thou  who  givest  life  and  breath, 
We  ask  Thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  Thine  own. 


396. 


'•     Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  199. 

OH  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
Though  pressed  by  every  foe. 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe. 

2  That  will  not  murmur  or  complain       j^ 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
Will  lean  upon  its  God. 

3  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And,  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray. 
Lights  up  a  dying  l^d. 

4  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this. 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 


397 


Music — Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  211. 

IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 


399, 


Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend. 

JESUS,  the  sinner's  Friend, 
We  hide  ourselves  in  thee ! 
God  looks  upon  thy  sprinkled  blood — 
It  is  onr  only  plea. 

2  He  hears  thy  precious  name — 

We  claim  it  as  our  own  ; 
The  Father  must  accept  and  bless 
His  well-beloved  Son. 

3  Jesus  !  the  Sinner's  Friend, 

Thy  blood  has  cancelled  sin  ; 
The  golden  gates  have  welcomed  thee, 
And  we  may  enter  in. 

4  For  us  thou  hast  obeyed, 

And  we  are  justified  ; 
Ours  is  the  blessing,  thine  the  curse — 
We  live,  for  thou  hast  died  ! 


ISF' 


^3t\J\J»  The  sacrifice  of  Jesus. 

'OT  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
On  Jewish  altars  slain. 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  sins  away — 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 


S54: 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


356 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 


2  Through  duties,  and  through  trials,  toc^ 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

3  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be — 
"  Hinder  me  not !"  come,  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 


398. 


Glorifying  in  Jesus. 


JESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  : 
Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  array' d, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay? 
Fully  absolved  through  thee  I  am, 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

3  The  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

4  And  when  the  dead  shall  hear  thy  voice. 
Thy  banished  children  shall  rejoice  ; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 

the  Lord  our  righteousness. 


^  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
When,  like  a  penitent,  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear 
While  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  knows  her  guilt  was  there. 

6  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 


401. 


Music — Joyful  Songs. 


DF4E  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole, 
I  want  thee  forever  to  live  in  my  soul ; 
Break  down  ev'ry  idol,  cast  out  ev'ry  foe — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

Chorus. 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow, 
Whiter  than  snow,  yes,  whiter  than  snow  : 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

Dear  Jesus,  come  down  from  thy  throne  in  the 

skies. 
And  help  me  to  make  a  complete  sacrifice  • 
I  give  up  myself,  and  whatever  I  know — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

Dear  Jesus,  for  this  T  must  humbly  entreat; 
I  wait,  blessed  Lord,  at  thy  crucified  feet  j 


MISCEIiliANEOUS. 


S57 


MISCELLANEOUS, 


359 


By  faith,  for  my  cleansing,  I  see  thy  blood  flow : 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

The  blessing,  by  faith,  I  receive  from  above ; 
O  glory  !  my  soul  is  made  perfect  in  love  ; 
My  prayer  has  prevailed,  and  this  moment  I 

know 
The  blood  is  applied,  I  am  whiter      an  snow. 

Chorus. 
Whiter  than  snow,  yes,  whiter  than  snow — 
Dear  Jesus,  thy  blood  makes  me  whiter  than 

snow. 


402. 


Music — Pure  Gold,  p.  8. 

WHO'LL  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus  ? 
Who'll  be  the  next  his  cross  to  bear  ? 
Some  one  is  ready,  some  one  is  waiting — 
Who'll  be  the  next  a  crown  to  wear? 

Chorus. 
Who'll  be  the  next?  Who'll  be  the  next  ? 
Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus? 
Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus  ?  follow 
Jesus  now  ? 

2  Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus — 
Follow  his  weary,  bleeding  feet  ? 

Who'll  be  the  next  to  lay  every  burden 
Down  at  the  Father's  mercy  seat? 

3  Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus? 
Who'll  be  the  next  to  praise  his  name  ? 

Who'll  swell  the  chorus  of  free  redemption — 
Sing  hallelujah  1  praise  the  Lamb! 


358 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


4  Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus  ? 

Down  through  the  Jordan's  rolling  tide  ? 
Who'll  be  the  next  to  join  with  the  ransomed, 

Singing  upon  the  other  side  ? 


403. 


Music — Joyful  Songs. 


ALL  glory  to  Jesus  be  given, 
That  life  and  salvation  are  free : 
All  may  be  washed  and  forgiven, 
And  Jesus  can  save  even  me. 

Chorus. 
Yes,  Jesus  is  mighty  to  save. 

And  all  his  salvation  may  know  : 
On  his  bosom  I  lean. 
And  his  blood  makes  me  clean. 
For  his  blood  can  wash  whiter  than  snow. 

2  From  the  darkness  of  sin  and  despair. 

Out  in  the  light  of  his  love, 
He  has  brought  me  and  made  me  an  heir 
To  kingdoms  and  mansions  above. 

3  Oh,  the  rapturous  heights  of  his  love, 

The  measureless  depths  of  his  grace, 
My  soul  all  his  fullness  would  prove. 
And  live  in  his  loving  embrace. 

4  In  him  all  my  wants  are  supplied. 

His  love  makes  my  heaven  below, 
And  freely  his  blood  is  applied. 
His  blood  that  makes  whiter  than  snow. 


404. 
W 


Music — Joyful  Songs. 


HO,  who  are  these  beside  the  chilly  wave, 
Just  on  the  borders  of  the  silent  grave, 
Shouting  Jesus'  power  to  save, 
Wash'd  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

Chorus. 
"  Sweeping  thro'  the  gates"   to  the  new  Jeru- 
salem, 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

2  These,  these  are  they  who  in  their  youtnful 

days 
Found  Jesus  early,  and  in  wisdom's  ways 
Proved  the  fulness  of  his  grace, 
Wash'd  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

3  These,  these  are  they  who  in  affliction's  woes 
Ever  have  found  in  Jesus  calm  repose, 

Such  as  from  a  pure  heart  flows, 
Wash'd  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

4  These,  these  are  they  who,  in  conflict  dire. 
Boldly  have  stood  amid  the  hottest  fire ; 

Jesus  now  says,  "  Come  up  higher  ;" 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

5  Safe,  safe  upon  the  ever-shining  shore, 
Sin,  pain,  and  death,  and  sorrow  all  are  o'er, 

Happy  now  and  evermore,       ' 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 


360 


precious  hymns. 


6  May  we,  O  Lord,  be  now  entirely  thine, 
Daily  from  sin  be  kept  by  power  divine, 
Then  in  heaven  the  saints  we'll  join, 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 


405 


•  Mu^ic — Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  217. 

I  GAVE  my  life  for  thee, 
My  precious  blood  I  shed. 
That  thou  might'st  ransom'd  be. 

And  quickened  from  the  dead ; 
I  gave  my  life  for  thee — 
What  hast  thou  done  for  me  ? 

Chorus. 

(|:  This  I  did  for  thee, 
What  hast  thou  done  for  me.  :|| 

2  [  spent  long  years  for  thee, 

In  weariness  and  woe, 
That  one  eternity 

Of  joy  thou  mightest  know ; 
I  spent  long  years  for  thee — 
Hast  thou  spent  one  for  me  ? 

3  My  Father's  house  of  light, 

•  My  rainbow-circled  throne,       ^ 
I  left  for  earthly  night, 

For  wand'rings  sad  and  lone; 
I  left  it  all  for  thee — 
Hast  thou  left  aught  for  me  ? 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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INDEX. 


363 


4  I  suffered  much  for  thee — 

More  than  thy  tongue  can  tell, 
Of  bitterest  agony, 

To  rescue  thee  from  hell. 
I  suffered  much  for  thee — 
What  dost  thou  bear  for  me  ? 

5  And  I  have  brought  to  thee, 

Down  from  my  house  above, 
Salvation  full  and  free, 

My  pardon  and  my  love  ; 
Great  gifts  I  brought  to  thee —       ^ 
What  hast  thou  brought  to  me  ? 

6  Oh,  let  thy  life  be  given, 

Thy  years  for  me  be  spent, 
World-fetters  all  be  riven, 

And  joy  with  suffering  blent ; 
Give  thou  thyself  to  me, 
And  I  will  welcome  thee  ! 

^Mm^j'X^t  Jjonging  for  Jesus. 

JESUS,  Saviour,  we  are  yearning 
For  the  morning's  cheering  ray, 
Watching  still  for  thy  returning, 
Weary  often  in  the  way —  » 

Come,  Lord  Jesus  ! 
Turn  at  length  our  night  to  day. 

2  Lord,  our  longing  hearts  are  weary, 
Waiting  for  our  only  choice : 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 

Children— 92,  114,  124,  177,  218,  241,  263, 
296,  303,  316,  321,  331,  339,  a354,  395. 

Christian  Unity— 96,  324,  364. 

Communion  Season— 130,  184,  271,  312. 

Cross— 57,  71,  82,  bl52,  240,  264,  306, 

Death— 162,  165,  167,  168,  195,  197,  272, 
300,  320,  333,  371. 

Faith— 46,  123,  135,  152,  257,  299,  309,  358, 

396. 
Holy  Spirit— 84,  85,  87,  88,  89,  298,  305. 
Invitation— 83,  98,  102,  107,  110,  111,  112, 

113,  138,  146,  184,  307,  352,  379,  387, 

388. 
Missionary— 99,  212,  213,  214,  216,  378. 
Praise— 2, 10,  31,  37, 161,  189,  217,  220,  234. 

242,  245,  288,  289. 
Repentance— 136,  235,  256,  270,  a273, 381. 
Sabbath— 148  to  160,  374. 
Scriptures— 90  to  95. 
Self-Consecralfon— 66,  86, 109,  116, 117, 

118,  122,  125,  132,  255,  259,  b279,  283, 

302,  366,  382,  397. 
Work— 120,  221,  229,  244,  250,  a252,  27^ 

278,  a307,  323.  367,  370,  373. 


362 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 


364 


Every  hour  seems  sad  and  dreary, 
Till  we  hear  thy  welcome  voice. 

Come,  Lord  Jesus  I 
Come,  and  bid  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Oft  thy  members  fail  and  languish 

Midst  a  cold  and  heartless  throng ; 
Some  there  are  in  very  anguish. 

Crying,  "  Lord,  how  long  ?  how  long  T 

Come,  Lord  Jesus ! 
Not  to  earth  do  we  belong. 

4  Thou  hast  promised  thou  wilt  take  us 

To  thy  everlasting  home  ; 
Promised,  Lord,  that  thou  wilt  make  us 
Sit  with  thee  upon  thy  throne. 

Come,  Lord  Jesns ! 
Come  and  claim  us  as  thine  own. 

5  Blessed  Lord,  we  hold  Thy  promise, 

See,  we  hang  upon  Thy  word ; 
Thou  hast  spoken,  "I  come  quickly;* 
Thou  hast  spoken,  we  have  heard. 

Come,  Lord  Jesus  I 
Come,  Thou  long-expected  Lord  1 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


THE  FIGURES  REFER  TO  THE  NUMBERS  OF  THE  HYMNS. 


A  beautiful  land  by  faith  I  see 175 

Abide  with  me _ . 248 

A  brighter  day  is  breaking 378 

Accordmgto  thy  gracious  word b312 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 118 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll 249 

Again  we  meet,  O  Lord 161 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 70 

Alas,  and  did  (with  chorus) 3H7 

AJl  glory  to  Jesus  be  given 403 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 72 

Almost  persuaded a332 

Always  with  us 246 

Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound 275 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 3^2 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done 159 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat 141 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 358 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep 162 

As  pants  the  hart  for  water  brooks b'52 

As  the  twilight  shadows  fall 166 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old 265 

Awake,  ray  soul,  in  joyful  lays 311 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 259 

Beautiful  Zion,  built  above 193 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 20 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door 254 

Beneath  Moriah's  rocky  side '. a298 

Beulah  land 206 

Beyond  the  smiling  and  the  weeping 338 


Blessed  comfort,  while  I'm  sleeping 291 

Blessed  Redeemer,  how  precious  thou  art 261 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 96 

Blest  is  the  hour  when  cares  depart 328 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 216 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  I  feed bl84 

Briehtly  beams  our  banner 108 

Broken  in  spirit 238 

Brotner,  take  tliy  cross 304 

Brothers,  sisters,  ere  we  part 324 

By  and  by  we  shall  see  Jesus 386 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 395 

Calm  me,  my  God a288 

Chide  mildly  the  erring 231 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow al56 

Children,  hear  the  Saviour's  accents 296 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 24 

Christ  is  merciful  and  mild 44 

Cling  close  to  the  rock 295 

Come,  come  to  Jesus 379 

Come,  every  pious  heart 78 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 113 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind 88 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 87 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  - 84 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 138 

Come,  let  our  voices  raise 315 

Come,  my  Redeemer,  come 79 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 140 

Come,  O  come  with  thy  broken  heart 129 

Come,  stay  thy  feet 199 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 30 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing 38 

Come  to  Jesus 111 

Come  to  the  Saviour ^ 388 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord— 1^ 97 

Come,  with  all  thy  sorrow b98 

Come,  ye  sinners  poor  and  wretched 102 

Consider,  consider  the  lilies 329 

Dare  to  do  right 239 

Dear  lesus,  I  long  lo  be  perfectly  whole 401 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul 145 

Dear  Saviour,  ever  at  my  side ^ 59 

Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  people 100 

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 136 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep? 256 

Doth  sorrow's  shadow 83 

Doxologies 342  to  351 

Ere.another  Sabbath  close 151 

Ever  near  us 53 

Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy 66 

Far  from  the  fold  of  Jesus 55 

Far  out  upon  the  prairie 213 

Father,  a  weary  heart 137 

Father,  bless  I  hy  word  to  all 94 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee a253 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love b298 

Father  of  mercies,  in  tliy  word 90 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 26 

Fierce  and  wild  the  storm  is  raging 5 

Forever  with  the  Lord b354 

Friend  after  friend  departs 272 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 212 

Gentle  Jesus,  meek  and  mild 40 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest 245 

Glory  to  God 207 

Glory  to  tiiee,  my  God      * 28 

God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear? 86 

God  has  said  forever  blessed 50 

God,  our  Father,  we  would  praise  thee 9 

Go,  bury  thy  sorrow al84 

Goto  Jesus  when  the  heart 146 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound 105 

Gracious  Spirit,  love  divine 85 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou 32 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovali 25 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed aGl 

Hark  !  I  hear  the  '-aviour  calling 114 

Hark, hark,  my  soul 119 

Hark  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 255 

Hark  !  the  mighty  tones  sublime 74 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices? 42 

Haste,  my  dull  soul,  arise 268 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise 112 

Have  you  any  room  for  Jesus? 352 


Hear  the  royal  proclamation 60 

He  leadeth  me,  oh  blessed  thought 128 

Help  us.  Lord,  throughout  this  day 340 

Holy  Bible,  book  divine - 93 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 89 

Ho,  my  comrades a367 

How  bless'd  the  righteous  when  tliey  die 167 

How  blest  the  man  whose  sins a277 

How  firm  a  foundation 22 

How  gentle  God's  commands 29 

How  happy  is  the  youth  who  hears 92 

How  oft,  alas,  this  wretched  heart 132 

How  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below 364 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place a312 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath 155 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me 154 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 35 

How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray 326 

I  am  coming  to  the  cross b279 

I  am  so  glad  that  our  Father ^ 389 

I'm  a  little  sailor 360 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  a  stranger 251 

I'm  but  a  stranger  here 181 

If  we  knew,  when  walking  thoughtless ^.262 

I  heard  a  voice,  the  sweetest  voice 302 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 103 

I  gave  my  life  for  thee 405 

1  know  there's  a  crown  for  the  saints 316 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus—   135 

I  love  thy  kingdom.  Lord 101 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 258 

I  love  to  tell  the  story 394 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 397 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 194 

In  the  cross  nf  Christ  I  glory 240 

In  the  march  of  life all 

I  only  am  a  little  child 331 

I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree 264 

Is  it  true  that  1  must  lie a333 

I  stood  outside  the  gate 280 

I  think,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story 43 

I've  been  thinking  of  iiome 286 

I  Avalted  for  the  Lord,  my  God b2o3 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 134 

I  will  follow  thee,  my  Saviour 362 

1  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer 4 

I  will  sing  you  a  song a333 

Jerusalem,  forever  bright 180 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home . 185 

Jerusalem,  the  golden 200 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 75 

Jesus  bids  us  shine 284 

Jesus,  casta  look  on  me 54 

Jesus,  dear,  I  come  to  thee 369 

Jesus,  engrave  it  on  my  heart 380 

Jesus  hath  sought  us 276 

Jesus,  I  love  thV  charming  name 77 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 116 

Jesus  is  my  loving  Saviour 52 

Jesus  is  my  Pilot 67 

Jesus,  keep  me  near  the  cross bl52 

Jesus,  little  children's  friend 339 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 36 

Jesus  loves  me,  this  I  know 62 

Jesus,  most  holy,  pray  I  to  thee 277 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  bind  me  fast 81 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  cleanse  me a242 

Jesus,  Saviour,  we  are  yearning 406 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 99 

Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me 41 

Jesus,  the  sinners'  friend 399 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee 47 

Jesus  the  water  of  life  will  give 106 

Jesus,  thou  joy  of  loving  hearts 76 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 398 

Jesus,  to  thy  dear  arms  I  flee 68 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 139 

Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  we  move 204 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 56 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 133 

Knocking,  knocking,  who  is  there? 387 

"Land  ahead,"  its  fruits  are  waving 384 

Lead  me  to  Jesus , 392 

Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 222 

Let  every  heart  rejoice  and  sing 220 

Let  lis  try  to  work  for  Jesus 370 

Lift  the  voice  in  holy  song 12 


Little  child,  why  wilt  thou  fear 321 

Little  drops  of  water 365 

Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 7 

Lord,  at  thy  mercy  seat 147 

Lord,  I  hear  of  show'rs  of  blessing 343 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 225 

Lord,  hear  my  voice,  ray  prayer  attend a279 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray 325 

Lo,  a  fountain,  full  and  free 3 

Lo,  the  stone  is  rolled  away a288 

March  along  together 221 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 22G 

More  love  to  thee,  O  Christ 157 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone? 257 

My  body,  soul  and  spirit ^.366 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee 230 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 195 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 46 

My  Father,  I  would  be  thy  child 124 

My  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet ,—310 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair 176 

My  home  is  in  heaven 190 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 156 

My  Saviour  stands  waiting 281 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 117 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 31 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 121 

Never  be  afraid  lo  speak  for  Jesus 65 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 400 

Nothing  either  great  or  small 63 

Not  what  I  feel  or  do b299 

Now  be  the  gospel  banner 217 

Now  the  Sabbath  eve  declining 374 

Of  thy  love  some  gracious  token 223 

O  bliss  of  the  purified b332 

O  carry  me  over  the  river 376 

Oh,  could  I  speak  the  matchless 33 

O  eyes  that  are  weary 105 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 123 

O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 396 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 37 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 23 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 18 

O  happv  saints,  who  dwell  in  light 201 

O,  I  love  to  think  of  Jesus 377 

O  if  my  house  is  built  upon  a  rock 127 

O,  Jesus  thou  art  standing 301 

O,  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh 208 

O  Lord,  thy  perfect  word 91 

O  praise  the  Lord,  all  ye  nations 2 

Oh  that  I  knew  the  secret  place b273 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  way 287 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone a273 

O  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross 71 

O  think  of  a  home  over  there 115 

Oh,  we  are  the  reapers  that  garnef  in a307 

O,  whither  should  I  go 270 

Once  more,  my  soul 234 

One  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing 300 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 169 

One  there  is  above  all  others 45 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 260 

Only  here  for  a  little  while 320 

Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 371 

On  those  jewel'd  walls  of  jasper 313 

Open  the  door  for  the  children a354 

Our  Father  who  art  in  heaven 1 

Our  heavenly  Father,  hear  our  prayer 330 

Our  times  are  in  thy  hands 125 

Over  the  ocean  wave,  far,  far  away 214 

Over  the  river  the  streets  are  of  gold 391 

O  we  are  volunteers 244 

O  who'll  be  there— dear  Jesus 314 

Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright 187 

Pass  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour a98 

Pilgrims  we  are,  to  Canaan  bound 865 

Please  to  watch  us,  blessed  Saviour 357 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 271 

Praise  my  soul,  the  King  of  heaven 289 

Praise  the  Saviour,  O  ye  people 13 

Prayer  is  the  sonl's  sincere  desire 140 

Precious  Saviour,  I  have  found  thee 123 

Remember  thy  Creator  now 104 

Repeat  the  story ; 164 

Rescue  the  perishing 11.229 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 186 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me 34 


Safely  through  anotlierweek 1.148 

Saviour,  keep  me  ever  near  thee 305 

Saviour,  like  a  Shepherd  lead  us , 69 

Saviour,  listen  to  our  prayer 58 

Saviour,  source  of  every  blessing 73 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation a273 

Say,  brother,  will  you  meet  us 227 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 48 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river? 205 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river? 203 

Shall  we  meet  in  heaven 177 

Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever? 171 

Shout  for  joy 8 

Show  pity.  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive 381 

Silent  night,  holy  night b61 

Simply  trusting 243 

Sing  them  over  again 6 

Sitting  at  the  feet  of  Jesus 28?. 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 228 

Some  are  sowing  their  seed 215 

Stand  up  for  Jesus!  well  I  may a252 

Still  with  thee.  0  my  God 247 

Sun  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear 336 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 144 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 19 

Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing 80 

Sweet  thought,  my  God 294 

Sweetly  sing,  sweetly  sing ^ 232 

Take  the  cross  without  repining 57 

Take  the  name  of  Jesus  with  you 322 

Takethy  staff,  O  pilgrim 11 

Tell  me  the  old,  old  story 393 

The  Bible  !  the  Bible ! 95 

The  cross,  the  cross,  the  blood-stained  cross 306 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 237 

The  light  of  Sabbath  eve 160 

The  Lord  is  in  his  holy  temple 341 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 15 

(        The  Lord's  my  Shepherd,  I'll  not  want 16 

I       The  pearly  gates  are  open  wide 170 

!        The  Saviour  calls 110 

I        The  sun  shines  bright ' 211 

The  shadow  of  the  Reck.., 293 

1        The  voice  of  free  grace a297 

I        The  whole  world  was  lost 109 

I        There  is  a  beautiful  world 356 

There  is  a  blessed  home 208 

There  is  beauty  all  around 267 

There  is  a  clinie  where  Jesus  reigns 173 

There  is  a  fountain  tilled  with  blood 39 

There  is  a  glorious  kingdom 178 

There  is  a  hai.py  land 191 

There  is  a  holy  city 182 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 188 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 383 

There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high 209 

There's  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day 375 

Tliere's  a  light  in  the  valley . 390 

There's  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus 126 

These  are  the  crowns 290 

They  are  waiting  for  the  coming 196 

Thine  earthly  Sabbath,  Lord,  we  love 150 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made i 153 

Thou  art  my  Shepherd 241 

Thou  mansion  bright,  thou  home  of  light 281 

Though  fierce  the  howling  winds 353 

Through  all  the  charming  scenes 17 

Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour 224 

Time  is  winging  us  away 168 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give 269 

To-dav  the  Saviour  calls 107 

To  God  be  the  glory 219 

Toil  on,  teachers,  toil  on  boldly 323 

Tossed  with  rough  waves bo67 

'Twas  Jesus,  my  Saviour 51 


Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord- 
Weary  wanderer  o'er  the  main. 

Weeping  will  not  save  m^e 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 

We've  listed  in  a  holy  war. 


..368 
-.183 
al52 
.149 
.250 


We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing 179 

We  are  joyously  voyaging 233 

We  are  pilgrims  on  the  earth 266 

We  are  watching 303 

We  are  but  young,  yet  we  mav  sing 218 

We  are  coming,  gladly  coming 282 

We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour 64 

We  are  marching  on,  with  shields 278 

We  are  on  our  journey  home , 183 


We  have  come  rejoicing  on  this  happy  day 236 

We  love  our  own  dear  Bethany :-^59 

We  praise  thee,  O  God b242 

We  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies b297 

What  sinners  value  I  resign 122 

When  peace  like  a  river 120 

When  all  thy  mercies.  O  my  God 27 

When  clouds  hang  darkly  o'er  my  way 131 

When  he  cometh 263 

When,  his  salvation  bringing 49 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 189 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 82 

When  lire's  labor  song  is  sung 197 

When  the  battle  is  fought 172 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose 158 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge 334 

When  to  thee,  who  hast  thy  dwelling 361 

When  tossed  on  life's  ocean 10 


When  we  get  home  where  Jesus  is 363 

Where  we  oft  have  met  in  gladness 163 

While  life  prolongs 385 

Whilst  thee  1  seek,  protecting  power 21 

Whither,  pilgrim,  are  you  going? 174 

Who  are  these  that  ever  fly 335 

Who  is  he  in  yonder  stall? 319 

Who'll  be  the  next 402 

Whosoever  heareth  !  shont,  shout  the  sound b307 

Who,  who  are  these  beside  the  chilly  wave 404 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 165 

Will  not  that  joyful  be  ? a299 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh 235 

With  harps  and  with  viols 3o9 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around 14 

Work,  Christian  laborer,  work 373 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 274 


No.  4. 

FAMILY    WORSHIP. 


-BETHANY-Aft«-, 


2. 20  o'clock. 


2.20,    Organ  and  Cornet— 10  minutes. 

2.25.    Preparation  Bell. 

2.30.    Perfect  Silence. 

Invocation  : — 

Saviour,  not  with. costly  treasure 

Do  we  gather  at  Thy  throne  ; 
All  we  have,  our  hearts,  we  give  Thee, 
Consecrate  them  Thine  alone. 

(Tune,  "Stockwell.") 

Silent  Prayer,  broken  by  singing  softly  : 

More  of  Thy  love  I'd  have, 

Nearer  to  Thee  would  live, 

Earnest  heart  service  give, 

Day  after  day. 

[The  whole  of  the  One  Hundred  and  Forty-fifth  Psalm  is  embraced  by  our  Scripture  verses.] 

Superintendent.— I  will  extol  Thee,  my  God,  O  King :   I  will  bless  Thy  name  for  ever  and  ever. 

Scholars,  your  voices  raise, 

Join  in  a  song  of  praise 
To  Christ  your  King. 

Praise  Him  with  heart  and  tongue, 
Praise  Him  in  holy  song, 

Praises  to  Him  belong, 
Sing,  sweetly  sing. 

Praises  to  Him  belong, 
Sing,  sweetly  sing. 

(Precious  Hymns,  new  edition.) 

Pastor.— Every  day  will  I  bless  Thee,  and  I  will  praise  Thy  name  for  ever  and  ever 
School.— Great  is  the  Lord,  and  greatly  to  be  praised,  and  His  greatness  is  unsearchable. 
Boys.— The  Lord  is  gracious  and  full  of  compassion  ;  slow  to  anger  and  of  great  mercy. 
Girls.— The  Lord  is  good  to  all,  and  His  tender  mercies  are  over  all  His  works. 
Boys.— All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thee,  O  God,  and  Thy  saints  shall  bless  Thee. 
Girls.— They  shall  speak  of  the  glory  of  Thy  kingdom,  and  talk  of  Thy  power. 


Girls'  Infant  School.— Chorus  : 


Good  news  for  little  children. 
Wherever  they  may  be ; 

To  them  the  loving  Saviour 
Has  said,  "Come  unto  Me." 


Chant.— Suffer  little  children  to  come  unto  Me,  and  forbid  them  not ;  for  of  such  is  the  kingdom 
of  heaven. 

Primary  Room. — I  will  speak  of  the  glorious  honor  of  Thy  majesty,  and  Thy  wondrous  works. 

Infant  and  Primary  Scholars  : 

Jesus,  holy,  undefiled, 

Listen  to  a  little  child ; 
Help  me  so  to  live  in  love 

As  Thine  angels  do  above. 

Miss  Cuyler's  Class. — And  men  shall  speak  of  the  might  of  Thy  terrible  acts,  and  I  will  declare 
Thy  greatness. 

Superintendent.— They  shall  abundantly  utter  the  memory  of  Thy  great  goodness,  and  shall 
sing  of  Thy  righteousness. 

Associate  Superintendent.— To  make  known  to  the  sons  of  men  His  mighty  acts  and  the  glori- 
ous majesty  of  His  kingdom. 

Lift  the  voice  in  holy  song  ; 

Awake,  ye  saints  who  love  the  Lord  ; 
Gather  here  in  happy  throng. 

And  praise  His  name  with  one  accord. 
Ye  who  know  the  great  salvation, 

Sing  the  triumph  of  His  grace, 
And  with  higher  adoration 
Come  before  Jehovah's  face.    . 


Praise  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  light ; 
Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  the  Lord  for  all  His  mighty  acts, 
In  all  the  places  of  His  wide  dominion  ; 
Praise  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 


Superintendent.— Thy  kingdom    is  an  everlasting   kingdom,  and  Thy  dominion  endureth 
throughout  all  generations. 

Pastor's  Class.— The  Lord  upholdeth  all  that  fall,  and  raiseth  up  all  those  that  be  bowed 
down. 


Girls.— The  eyes  of  all  wait  upon  Thee,  and  Thou  givest  them  their  meat  in  due  season. 

Boys.— Thou  openest  Thy  hand,  and  satisfieth  the  desire  of  every  living  thing. 

Girls.— The  Lord  is  righteous  in  all  His  ways  and  holy  in  all  His  works. 

The  Stranger.- The  Lord  is  nigh  unto  all  them  that  call  upon   Him,  to  all  that  call  upon  Him 
in  truth. 


Boys.— He  will  fulfill  the  desire  of  them  that  fear  Him  ;  He  also  will  hear  their  cry  and  will 
save  them. 

Chorister.— The  Lord  preserveth  all  them  that  love  Him,  but  all  the  wicked  will  He  destroy. 


Associate  Superintendent.— My  mouth  shall  speak  the  praise  of  the  Lord,  and  let  all 
bless  His  holy  name  forever. 


Chant.— The  Lord's  Prayer. 
The  Apostles' Creed: 

Girls  Only—Frsiise  the  Saviour,  O  ye  people ! 
Praise  and  bless  His  holy  name. 
Praise  and  worship  Him,  children,  worship  Him, 
For  a  child  from  heaven  He  came. 
Praise  Him  from  the  hills  and  mountains, 
From  the  vales  and  cities  all. 
Hail  Him  King  of  earth  and  heaven, 
Who  was  once  a  child  so  small.  :|| 

Full  C/iorMs.— Praise  Him  in  the  sanctuary, 
Let  the  children  swell  the  strain. 
And  at  morn  and  noon  and  even 
Echo  still  the  sweet  refrain, 
And  at  morn  and  noon  and  even 
Echo  still  the  sweet  refrain. 

How  many  Bibles  can  we  show  ? 

Title  of  Lesson. 

Golden  Text. 

Where  is  the  Lesson  found  ? 


Superintendent. — All  scripture  is  given  by  inspiration  of  God,  and  is  profitable  for  doctrine,  for 
reproof,  for  correction,  for  instruction  in  righteousness.— 2  Timothy  3  :  16. 


Scholars  rise,  and  read  Scripture  for  the  day's  study. 

Invocation  Song : 

Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion. 
Pure  unbounded  love  Thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation. 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

Prayer. 

Hymn, 

Missionary  offerings  while  organ  plays  softly,  and  Superintendent  reads  suitable  portions 
of  Scripture. 


Notices  of  the  day  and  week.    (Rolls  marked.) 

Class  Studies. 

Review  from  Pulpit  by  Pastor  or  Superintendents. 

Hymns. 

Secretaries'  distributions. 

Bell  calls  all  to  rise  for  parting  salutations. 

The  Pastor's  New  Year's  text : 

Thy  shoes  shall  be  iron  and  brass ;  andjas  thy  days  so  shall  thy  strength  be.— Dent.  33;:  2b. 

Scholars. — The  eternal  God  is  thy  refuge,  and  underneath  are  the'everlasting  arras.— Deut.  33 :  27. 
Silent  meditation  for  a  moment  (no  one  moving  until  organ  plays). 
Scholars  sing  as  they  retire. 


No.  5. 


FOR  THE  SUNDAY  AFTERNOON'S  SCHOOL  SERVICE. 


2.20 — Cornet  and  Organ. 

2,25— Preparation  Bell. 

2.50.— Perfect  Silence. 

[There  will  be  no  bell  runs  for  silence ;  the  presence  of  the  Superintendent  standing 
at  the  desk  will  be  the  only  signal  given  that  the  time  to  begin  services  has  arrived. 1 

[This  order  of  worship  is  to  set  forth  The  Christian  Walk.] 

Opening  Invocation : 


Lord !  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 

Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That-may  joy  and  peace  aflFord. 


In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 

Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 


Silent  Prayer, — Closing  with  Whisper  Song. 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

Prayer  by  Superintendent. — "  Behold  as  the  eyes  of  servants  look  unto 
the  hand  of  their  masters,  and  as  the  eyes  of  a  maiden  unto  the  hand  of 
her  mistress  ;  so  our  eyes  w^ait  upon  the  Lord  our  God,  until  that  he 
have  mercy  upon  us.'' — Psa.  123  :  2. 

School. — Amen  and  amen. 

The  Ten  Commandments. 


Boys,  1.— Thou   Shalt   have  no  other  gods 
before  me. 


Hoys,  3.— Thou  shalt  not  take  the  name  of  the 
Lord  thy  God  in  vain  :  for  the  Lord  will 
not  hold  him  guiltless  thattaketh  his  name 
in  vain. 


Girls,  ^.— Thou  shalt  not  make  unto  thee  any 
graven  image  or  any  likeness  of  any  thing 
that  is  in  heaven  above,  or  that  ?s  in  the 
earth  beneath,  or  that  is  in  the  water  under 
the  earth:  thou  shalt  not  bow  down 
thyself  to  them,  nor  serve  them  :  for  I  the 
Lord  thy  God  am  a  jealous  God,  visiting 
the  iniquity  of  the  fathers  upon  the 
children  unto  the  third  and  fourth  ge^iera- 
^i07iofthem  that  hate  me;  and  shewing 
mercy  unto  thousands  of  them  that  love 
me,  and  keep  my  commandments. 


Girls,  4.— Remember  the  sabbath  day  to  keep 
it  holy.  Six  days  shalt  thou  labor,  and  do 
all  thy  work  :  but  the  seventh  day  is  the 
sabbath  of  the  Lord  thy  God :  tn  it  thou 
Shalt  not  do  any  work,  thou,  nor  thy  son, 
nor  thy  daughter,  thy  manservant,  nor  thy 
maidservant,  nor  thy  cattle,  nor  thy 
stranger  that  is  within  thy  gates :  for  in 
six  days  the  Lord  made  heaven  and  earth, 
the  sea  and  all  that  in  them  is,  and  rested 
the  seventh  day :  wherefore  the  Lord 
blessed  the  sabbath  day,  and  hallowed  it. 


Bot/s,  5.— Honor  thy  father  and  thy  mother  ; 
that  thy  days  may  be  long  upon  the  land 
which  the  Lord  thy  God  giveth  thee. 

Girls,  6.— Thou  shalt  not  kill. 

Boi/s,  7. — Thou  Shalt  not  commit  adultery. 

Girls.  8. — Thou  shalt  not  steal. 


lioi/s,  9.— Thou"sha]t  not  bear  false  witness 
against  thy  neighbor. 

Girls,  10.— Thon  shalt  not  covet  thy  neigh- 
bor's house,  thou  shalt  not  covet  thy 
neighbor's  wife,  nor  his  manservant,  nor 
his  maidservant,  nor  his  ox,  nor  his  ass, 
nor  anything  tliat  is  thy  neighbor's. 


Superintendent, — We  beseech  you,  brethren,  and  exhort  you  by  the  Lord 
Jesus,  that  as  ye  have  received  of  us  how  ye  ought  to  IVa/^  and  to  please 
Goci,  so  ye  w^ould  abound  more  and  more. — i  Thess.  4:11. 

School. — For  we  are  his  workmanship,  created  in  Christ  Jesus  unto  good 
works,  which  God  hath  before  ordained  that  we  should  IVa/k  in  them. 
— Eph.  2  :  10. 

Pastor, — As  many  as  Wa/k  according  to  this  rule,  peace  be  on  them,  and 
mercy,  and  upon  the  Israel  of  God. — Gal.  6  :  16. 


JPastor\s  Class  Sing: 


School  Chorus : 


I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer 

And  his  heavenly  love  to  me. 

He  from  death  to  life  hath  brought  me, 

Son  of  God,  with  him  to  be. 


Sing,  oh !  sing,  of  my  Redeemer, 
With  his  blood  he  purchased  me, 

He  purchased  me ; 
On  the  cross  he  sealed  my  pardon, 
Paid  the  debt  and  made  me  free. 

And  made  me  free. 


Superintendents — I  therefore  beseech  you  that  ye  IValk  Worthy  of  the 
vocation  wherewith  ye  are  called. — Eph.  4:1. 

Soys, — That  ye  might  Walk  Worthy  of  the  Lord  unto  all  phasing,  being 
fruitful  in  every  good  work,  and  increasing  in  the  knowledge  of  God. — 
Col.  I  :  10. 

Girls, — He  that  saith  he  abideth  in  him,  ought  himself  so  to  Walk  even  as  he 
Walked. — I  John  2:6. 


Infant  iJoow*.— Responsive  Song. 


Ever-blessed  Jesus,  listen  unto  me, 
Bow  thine  ear  and  hear  me, 

While  I  call  to  thee; 
I  am  weak  and  sinful,  thou  art  pure  and  strong ; 
Take  my  hand,  dear  Jesus,  lead  thy  child  along. 

CHORUS. 

Take  my  hand,  dear  Jesus, 
Let  me  never  stray ; 
Take  my  hand  and  lead  me 
In  the  better  way. 


JPrimary  Room, 


Walk  in  the  light  the  Lord  hath  given, 

To  guide  thy  steps  aright; 
His  Holy  Spirit,  sent  from  heaven, 

Can  cheer  the  darkest  night. 

CHORUS. 

Walk  in  the  light,  walk  in  the  light, 

Walk  in  the  light, 
Walk  in  the  light,  the  light  of  God. 


Associate  Superintendent,— L&i  us  Wa/k  Honestly,  as  in  the  day  ;   abhor 
that  which  is  evil  ;  cleave  to  that  which  is  good. — Rom.  13  :  13;  12  :  9. 


Boys,— And  Walk  in  Love,  as  Christ 
also  hath  loved  us,  an  offering  and 
a  sacrifice  to  God  for  a  sweet- 
smelling  savour. — Eph.  5  :  2. 

Soys, —  Walk  in  Wisdom  toward  them 
that  are  without,  redeeming  the 
time. — Col.  5  :  4. 


Girls, — Those  that  Walk  in   Pride, 
He  is  able  to  abase. — Dan.  4  :  37 


Girls, — No  good  thing  will  he  with- 
hold from  them  that  Walk  Up- 
rightly,— Psa.  84  :  II. 


Pastor, — I  have  no  greater  joy  than  to  hear  that  my  children  Walk  in  Truth. 
—3  John.  4. 

Girls, — Come  ye  and  let  us  Walk  in  the  Light. — Isa.  5:2. 

School. — Then  spake  Jesus  again  with  them  saying :  I  am  the  light  of  the 
world  ;  he  that  followeth  me  shall  not  Walk  in  Darkness,  but  shall  have 
the  light  of  life. — John  8:12. 

The  Cuyler'  Gallery  Class, — For  he  that  Walketh  in  Darkness  knoweth 
not  whither  he  goeth. — John  12  :  35. 

Stranger, — If  we  Walk  in  the  Light,  as  he  is  in  the  light,  we  have  fellowship 
one  with  another,  and  the  blood  of  Jesus  Christ  his  Son  cleanseth  us 
from  all  sin. — i  John  i  :  7. 

Secretaries. — Yet  a  little  while  is  the  light  with  you,  Walk  while  ye  have  the 
light,  lest  darkness  come  upon  you. — ^John  12  :  35. 

Soys, — For  ye  were  sometime  darkness,  but  now  are  ye  light  in  the  Lord ; 
Walk  as  children  of  light. — Eph.  5  :  8. 

Associate  Superintendent. — See  then  that  ye  Walk  Circumspectly,  not  as 
fools,  but  as  wise. — Eph.  5:15. 


Chant. — The  Lord's  Prayer. 
Mepeat — The  Apostles'  Creed. 


Choral  Response, — Amen. 

School  will  give  Title  of  Lesson  for  the  Day, 

Recitation  of  Golden  Text, 

Rible  Drill. — Showing  of  Bibles,  book,  chapter,  verses  of  lesson. 

Superintendent. — "  But  these  are  written  that  ye  might  believe  that  Jesus  is 
the  Christ,  the  Son  of  God  ;  and  that  believing,  ye  might  have  life 
through  his  name." — John  20  :  31. 

Reading  of  Lesson  of  the  Day, — Scholars  standing. 
Prayer  Song  : 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  lamb  of  God ;  ^ 
H :  He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load. :  || 

Sentence  Prayer. — Repeated  by  Congregation. 

Worship  in  Giving, — Offerings  for  the  poor  and  for  missions ;  the  organ 
playing  softly,  and  suitable  portions  of  Scripture  presented  by  Superin- 
tendent. 

Notices  of  the  Day* — During  which  attendance  is  marked. 
Hymn, 

Class  Studies, 

Hymns. 

Review  f7^om  Pulpit  by  Pastor  or  one  of  the  Superintendents, 

Secretaries^  Distributions, 

Bell  calls  all  to  rise  for  Parting  Salutations, 

Superintendent. — Blessed  is  the  man  that  walketh  not  in  the  counsel  of  the 
ungodly,  nor  standeth  in  the  way  of  sinners,  nor  sitteth  in  the  seat  of 
the  scornful. —  Psa.  1:1. 

School  Responds, — Order  my  steps  in  thy  word  ;  and  let  not  any  iniquity 
have  dominion  over  me. — Psa.  119  :  133. 

Scholars  sing  during  dismission. 


The  twenty-minute  "prayer  meeting  foi/oivs  immediately.     All  are  cordially 
invited. 


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